Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
To be loved, you have to be nice to people, everyday. But to be hated, you don't have to do squat!
I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.
Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.