The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.

Success is dependant on effort.

Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.

Fortune is not on the side of the faint-hearted.

Heaven ne'er helps the men who will not act.

Oh child, may you be happier than your father, but in all other respects alike. And then you would not be bad.

When you can prove me wrong, then call me blind.