No one provokes me with impunity.
In my end is my beginning
I fear John Knox's prayers more than an army of ten thousand men.
If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop because I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
No more tears now; I will think about revenge.
To be kind to all, to like many and love a few, to be needed and wanted by those we love, is certainly the nearest we can come to happiness.