A man protesting against error is on the way towards uniting himself with all men that believe in truth.

Man is a tool-using animal.

A battle is a terrible conjugation of the verb to kill: I kill, thou killest, he kills, we kill, they kill, all kill.

Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom.

Men's hearts ought not to be set against one another, but set with one another and all against evil only.

A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under this sun.

Custom doth make dotards of us all.