Ambition becomes displeasing when it is once satiated; there is a reaction; and as our spirit, till our last sigh, is always aiming toward some object, it falls back on itself, having nothing else on which to rest; and having reached the summit, it longs to descend.
I would tell you I love you, Sir, if I knew what it was to love.
What destroys one man preserves another.
To myself alone do I owe my fame.
Flee an enemy who knows your weakness.
Time is a great manager: it arranges things well.