Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.

If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

Folly ends where genuine hope begins.

Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history.

The beggarly last doit.