He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
I see before me the gladiator lie.
Sweet is revenge-especially to women.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.