Rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
Chance never helps those who do not help themselves.
Not even old age knows how to love death.
Laziness is the mother of all evils.
I was born to join in love, not hate - that is my nature.