Fool! Don't you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you.
My honour was not yielded, but conquered merely.
Leave the fishing-rod, Great General, to us sovereigns of Pharos and Canopus. Your game is cities and kings and continents.
I will not be triumphed over.
All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise.
Is he a good man?" "Define 'good'.