Oh! Most miserable wretch that I am! Why have I not learnt how to swim?

I am one of the people who love the why of things.

I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.

I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians.

I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.

Soldiers, I had lately like to have been taken from you by the attempt of a few desperate men, but by the grace and providence of the gods, I am still preserved.