I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
Pride - Lord of human kind
It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
Successful crimes alone are justified.