Cato, being scurrilously treated by a low and vicious fellow, quietly said to him, "A contest between us is very unequal, for thou canst bear ill language with ease, and return it with pleasure; but to me it is unusual to hear, and disagreeable to speak it." There are none more abusive to others than they that lie most open to it themselves; but the humor goes round, and he that laughs at me today will have somebody to laugh at him tomorrow.

True love hates and will not bear delay.

...nothing is so entirely admirable as a man bravely wretched.

It's the great soul that surrenders itself to fate, but a puny degenerate thing that struggles.

Luck never made a man wise.

One must steer, not talk.

Nothing is so contemptible as the sentiments of the mob.