Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
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.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams – the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.
War is the trade of Kings.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.