For all have not the gift of martyrdom.
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
Discover the opinion of your enemies, which is commonly the truest; for they will give you no quarter, and allow nothing to complaisance.
But how can finite grasp Infinity?