Waste not the remnant of thy life in those imaginations touching other folk, whereby thou contributest not to the common weal. Book III
In this base world, full of poverty and misery, for the first time I thought a ray of sunshine had shone on my life. But alas, it was not a sunbeam, rather it was only a transient beam, a shooting star, which appeared to me in the likeness of a woman or an angel. The Blind Owl
[P]eople think that the human brain is in the head. Nothing of the sort; it is carried by the wind from the Caspian Sea. Diary of a Madman
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Julius Caesar
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