It is sometimes pleasant even to act like a madman.

The language of truth is unvarnished enough.

Fortune's not content with knocking a man down; she sends him spinning head over heels, crash upon crash.

The deep waters of time will flow over us: only a few men of genius will lift a head above the surface, and though doomed eventually to pass into the same silence, will fight against oblivion and for a long time hold their own.

How great would be our peril if our slaves began to number us!

Cling tooth and nail to the following rule: Not to give in to adversity, never to trust prosperity, and always to take full note of fortune's habit of behaving just as she pleases, treating her as if she were actually going to do everything it is in her power to do. Whatever you have been expecting for some time comes as less of a shock.

Drunkenness is nothing but a self-induced state of insanity.