Posterity will never survey a nobler grave than this: here lie the bones of Castlereagh: stop, traveler, and piss.

Herself the solitary scion left Of a time-honour'd race.

Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.

I do not believe in revealed religion - I will have nothing to do with your immortality; we are miserable enough in this life, without speculating on another

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome