Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Terror made me cruel.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Whatever is well said by another, is mine.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?