Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
They who are sad find somehow sweetness in tears.
Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour
Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.
Short is the joy that guilty pleasure brings.
Rightness of judgment is bitterness to the heart.