Never Anger Made Good Guard For Itself.

How Hard It Is For Women To Keep Counsel!

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head; Not Decked With Diamonds And Indian Stones, Nor To Be Seen: My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown It Is That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.

There Is No Terror, Cassius, In Your Threats, For I Am Armed So Strong In Honesty That They Pass By Me As The Idle Wind