Anger is like those ruins which smash themselves on what they fall.
No one can long hide behind a mask; the pretense soon lapses into the true character.
It's not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it.
It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness. As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.
It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own impetuosity.
Time is the one thing that is given to everyone in equal measure.