Heaven ne'er helps the men who will not act.
Fortune never helps the fainthearted.
Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?
Surely, to think your own the only wisdom, and yours the only word, the only will, betrays a shallow spirit, an empty heart.
Thoughts are mightier than strength of hand.
Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.