Dreadful is the mysterious power of fate; there is no deliverance from it by wealth or by war, by walled city or dark, seabeaten ships.
The sleep of a sick man has keen eyes. It is a sleep unsleeping.
You can kill a man but you cant kill a idea.
Every wind is fare when we are flying from misfortune.
It is not righteousness to outrage A brave man dead, not even though you hate him.
I would rather miss the mark acting well than win the day acting basely.