All is possible for those who dare to die!
It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
Sordid selfishness doth contract and narrow our benevolence, and cause us, like serpents, to infold ourselves within ourselves, and to turn out our stings to the entire world besides.