To the person who is afraid, everything rustles.

Men whose wit has been mother of villainy once have learned from it to be evil in all things.

What men have seen they know. . . .

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.

Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.

Give me a life wherever there is an opportunity to live, and better life than was my father's.

Much wisdom often goes with fewer words.