He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.

The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.

Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.

All is possible for those who dare to die!

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.