You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.