Happiness is meant to be shared.
He should be envied Who when his strength is spent lays down his life. Old age reserves a melancholy fate For noble souls before their life is done.
I would tell you I love you, Sir, if I knew what it was to love.
Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content.
Those who resolve to conquer or die, are rarely conquered.
Your Christians, whom one persecutes in vain, have something in them that surpasses the human. They lead a life of such innocence,that the heavens owe them some recognition: that they arise the stronger the more they are beaten down is hardly the result of common virtues.