“Men do not value a good deed unless it brings a reward.”

Beauty is a fragile gift.

He who has lived in obscurity has lived well.

The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.

A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.

Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Courage conquers all things: it even gives strength to the body.

Time is generally the best doctor.

It’s a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.

Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.

Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.

And besides, we lovers fear everything.

He who can believe himself well, will be well.

In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.

Sometimes tears carry the same weight as words.

Nothing is stronger than habit.

I know that man is capable of great deeds. But if he isn’t capable of great emotion, well, he leaves me cold.

To judge a man by his weakest link or deed is like judging the power of the ocean by one wave.

A good deed brightens a dark world.

People will try and confine you in adjectives, they will either declare you beautiful or call you ugly, either way it will box you, rise above their perception of you, free yourself and let your deeds define you.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.

Every man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.

Every man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.

No good deed goes unpunished.