It is only blood that can wash away such an outrage; die or kill.
Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.
How sweet to die after one's enemies.
I see, I know, I believe, I am undeceived.
If anyone wants to know what elephants are like, they are like people only more so.
For souls nobly born, valor doesn't await the passing of years