Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.
In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.
What greater ornament to a son than a father's glory, or to a father than a son's honorable conduct?
You cannot know a man's life before the man has died, then only can you call it good or bad.
Best to live lightly, unthinkingly.
Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?