“Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.”

Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.

For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother.

Few sons are like their fathers, most are worse, few better.

Have patience, heart.

Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

I guess some people never change. Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

For too much rest becomes a pain.

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

The proud heart feels not terror nor turns to run and it is his own courage that kills him.

Light is the task where many share the toil.

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.

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.