What a great blessing is a friend with a heart so trusty you may safely bury all your secrets in it.

The young man must store up, the old man must use.

However wretched a fellow-mortal may be, he is still a member of our common species.

As was his language so was his life.

He is greedy of life who is not willing to die when the world is perishing around him.

It is the superfluous things for which men sweat, - superfluous things that wear our togas theadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores.

Nothing deters a good man from doing what is honourable.