Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once. >>
Men's faults to themselves seldom appear. >>
Cry havoc! and let loose the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall sm >>
The world is a country which nobody ever yet knew by description; one >>
He who imagines he can do without the world deceives himself much; but >>
The world is a fine place worth the fighting for and I hate very much >>
All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.