To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.

There is safety in numbers.

The wavering mind is but a base possession.

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.

There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course; a quiet conscience.

A woman should always stand by a woman.

I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.