When a woman has the gift of silence she possesses a quality above the vulgar. It is a gift of Heaven seldom bestowed; without a little miracle it cannot be accomplished; and Nature suffers violence when Heaven puts a woman in the humor of observing silence.

Sir, what does it matter whom I serve, so long as I am right?

How sweet to die after one's enemies.

He who has resolved to conquer or die is seldom conquered; such noble despair perishes with difficulty.

As for our gods, we have a few too many to be true.

The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.

Have others fear you, and I will have no fear.