Dead, we become the lumber of the world, And to that mass of matter shall be swept Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.

Believe me, that was a happy age, before the days of architects, before the days of builders.

Let him who has given a favor be silent; let he who has received it tell it.

Man is a social animal.

To see a man fearless in dangers, untainted with lusts, happy in adversity, composed in a tumult, and laughing at all those things which are generally either coveted or feared, all men must acknowledge that this can be from nothing else but a beam of divinity that influences a mortal body.

There is no genius without a mixture of madness.

Men love their country, not because it is great, but because it is their own.