Having my freedom, boast of nothing else.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you
To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.