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

The compulsion of fate is bitter.

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

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.

An illusion which makes me happy is worth a verity which drags me to the ground.

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

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.