For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
Discover the opinion of your enemies, which is commonly the truest; for they will give you no quarter, and allow nothing to complaisance.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.