Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

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

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country’s cause.