The compulsion of fate is bitter.

To be silent is sometimes an art, yet not so great a one as certain people would have us believe, who are wisest they are most silent.

Endurance is the prerogative of woman, enabling the gentlest to suffer what would cause terror to manhood.

Stupidity has its sublime as well as genius, and he who carries that quality to absurdity has reached it; which is always a source of amusement to sensible people.

To do nothing by halves is the way of noble spirits.

The compulsion of fate is bitter.

It is commonly a dangerous thing for a man to have more sense than his neighbors. Socrates paid for his superiority with his life; and if Aristotle saved his skin, it was by taking to his heels in time.