The coward's weapon, poison.

Deed, not words shall speak me.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.

Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther. The more experience finds you: and go sparing. One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, through all your travels; for you'll find it certain.

He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.

I find the medicine worse than the malady.

Love's tongue is in his eyes.

Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.