Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.
Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.
We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.
She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
Whatever may happen, every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.
It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - -there's the rub.