The voice is nothing but beaten air.

What if a man save my life with a draught that was prepared to poison me? The providence of the issue does not at all discharge the obliquity of the intent. And the same reason holds good even in religion itself. It is not the incense, or the offering that is acceptable to God, but the purity and devotion of the worshipper.

Life is short and art is long.

Drunkenness is nothing else but a voluntary madness.

The final hour when we cease to exist does not itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.

A man's as miserable as he thinks he is.

Sovereignty over any foreign land is insecure.