What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.
Power is the most persuasive rhetoric.
I feel an army in my fist.
Will it, and set to work briskly.
Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.
Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.