One death to a man is a serious thing: a dozen neutralize one another.

I was surrounded at the time by about a dozen of the enemy, whose clubs rattled upon me without mercy, and the strokes of my sabre were rendered uncertain by the energetic pushes of an attendant who thus hoped to save me.

The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.

He looked ninety years old for thirty years and then he got the notion that he would die, and did so.

A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles.

We will have a serious investigation,