No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.
Those who speak against the great do not usually speak from morality, but from envy.
The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
Ridicule has followed the vestiges of truth, but never usurped her place.
My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
Fame, they tell you, is air; but without air there is no life for any; without fame there is none for the best.