The unknown always passes for the marvellous.
Viewed from a distance, everything is beautiful.
Valor is the contempt of death and pain.
To rob, to ravage, to murder, in their imposing language, are the arts of civil policy. When they have made the world a solitude, they call it peace.
Even for learned men, love of fame is the last thing to be given up.
Valor is of no service, chance rules all, and the bravest often fall by the hands of cowards.