No evil is without its compensation ... it is not the loss itself, but the estimate of the loss, that troubles us.
Malice drinks one-half of its own poison.
The courts of kings are full of people, but empty of friends.
The sun also shines on the wicked.
There is no person so severely punished, as those who subject themselves to the whip of their own remorse.
It is not death we fear, but the thought of it.