His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

Words are the physicians of the mind diseased.

Time as he grows old teaches all things.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

Only when man's life comes to its end in prosperity can one call that man happy.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.

It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.

In war, truth is the first casualty.

He who learns must suffer, and, even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.