The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.
Soul of the age! The applause! delight! The wonder of our stage!
The covetous man never has money. The prodigal will have none shortly.
You learn nothing about someone by the way they win the fight, you learn everything about the way they lose and keep coming back.