Everybody dies sooner or later. Don’t worry about your death. Worry about your life. Take charge of your life for as long as it lasts.
Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.
It’s easy to confuse what is with what ought to be, especially when what is has worked out in your favor.
Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
What is honor compared to a woman’s love? And what is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or a brother’s smile?