I war not with the dead.

I am so smart. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T ... Uh, I mean S-M-A-R-T.

Noblest minds are easiest bent.

I war not with the dead.

We men are wretched things.

She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills

True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.