» Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
» Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may be.
» Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
» Successful crimes alone are justified.
» Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
» Fortune befriends the bold.
» For they conquer who believe they can.
» For all have not the gift of martyrdom.
» Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
» Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.