Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death--what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.

I would prefer even to fail with honor than win by cheating.

Even the stout of heart shrink when they see the approach of death.

You clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.

The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

The Most beautiful human deed, is to be useful to others.

Desire looks clear from the eyes of a lovely bride: power as strong as the founded world