“Song forbids victorious deeds to die.”

Cowards have done good and kind actions, but a coward never pardoned.

Man is an imitative creature.

A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.

As soon as I have begun to fear I have ceased to fear.

Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.

If you wish to know yourself observe how others act. If you wish to understand others look into your own heart.

Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?

I feel that I am a man of destiny.

There are evil spirits who suddenly fix their abode in man’s unguarded breast, causing us to commit devilish deeds, and then, hurrying back to their native hell, leave behind the stings of remorse in the poisoned bosom.

Pain is short, and joy is eternal.

Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.

What is life without the radiance of love?

Satisfy a few to please many is bad.

The voice of the majority is no proof of justice.

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.

I follow my heart, for I can trust it.

You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.

A civilization which has taken over the world cannot be said to be dying.

Death is an equall doome To good and bad, the common In of rest.

Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.

For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

We are all of us resigned to death: it’s life we aren’t resigned to.

The world, somebody wrote, is the place we prove real by dying in it.