Cunning cheats itself wholly, and other people partially.

She fights and vanquishes in me, and I live and breathe in her, and I have life and being.

Believe there are no limits but the sky.

Blessed be those happy ages that were strangers to the dreadful fury of these devilish instruments of artillery, whose inventor I am satisfied is now in Hell, receiving the reward of his cursed invention, which is the cause that very often a cowardly base hand takes away the life of the bravest gentleman.

You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne.

I am almost frightened out of my seven senses.

Treason pleases, but not the traitor.