And Obstinacy Is The Sister Of Constancy,

There Is Power In Ambition, Pleasure In Luxury...but Envy Can Gain Nothing But Vexation.

The Souls Of Emperors And Cobblers Are Cast In The Same Mold...the Same Reason That Makes Us Wrangle With A Neighbor Creates A War Betwixt Princes.

No Wind Favors He Who Has No Destined Port.

Everyone Calls Barbarity What He Is Not Accustomed To.

I Cruelly Hate Cruelty, Both By Nature And Reason, As The Worst Of All The Vices. But Then I Am So Soft In This That I Cannot Seea Chicken's Neck Wrung Without Distress, And Cannot Bear To Hear The Squealing Of A Hare Between The Teeth Of My Hounds.