Assassination's the fastest way.

All the power is with the sex that wears the beard.

There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!

You are a fool in four letters, my son.

Esteem must be founded on some sort of preference. Bestow it on everybody and it ceases to have any meaning at all.

We must take the good with the bad; For the good when it's good, is so very good That the bad when it's bad can't be bad!

You are my peace, my solace, my salvation.