Ambition displeases when it has been sated ... having reached the peak, it aspires to descend.

I can be forced to live without happiness, but I will never consent to live without honor.

To he who avenges a father, nothing is impossible

He on whom heaven confers a sceptre knows not the weight till he bears it.

Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power.

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.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.