Let us never forget that the greatest man is never more than an animal >>
Taste is tiring like good company. >>
Pain has its reasons, pleasure is totally indifferent. >>
What shall he fear that does not fear death. >>
When death overtakes us; all that we have is left to others; all that >>
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home. >>
Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.