In praising Antony I have dispraised Caesar.

All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise.

Celerity is never more admired than by the negligent.

My honour was not yielded, but conquered merely.

Fool! Don't you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you.

Be it known that we, the greatest, are misthought.