“Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.”

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

The journey is its own reward.

Choose well.

Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind.

Empty words are evil.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind’s breath?

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible – magic to make the sanest man go mad.

The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.

Men are so quick to blame the gods.

The sort of words a man says is the sort he hears in return.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.

Always to be best, and distinguished above the rest.

Everything looks bad if you remember it.

A small rock holds back a great wave.

Once you stop learning, you start dying.

Have you ever sensed that our soul is immortal and never dies?

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one’s life.

If you don’t find a way to make money while you sleep, you will work until you die.

Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

The day we see the truth and cease to speak is the day we begin to die.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.