Rather fall with honor than succeed by fraud.
He has the thousand-yard stare.
The dead alone can feel no touch of spite.
You are a woman marked for sorrow.
Things gained through unjust fraud are never secure.
Fortune cannot aid those who do nothing.
Shall we not perish wretchedest of all, If in defiance of the law we cross A monarch's will?—weak women, think of that, Not framed by nature to contend with men. Remember.
My nails are broken, my fingers are bleeding, my arms are covered with the welts left by the paws of your guards—but I am a queen!
A wise doctor does not mutter incantations over a sore that needs the knife.
Count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.
It's terrible when the one who does the judging judges things all wrong.
Thy life is safe while any god saves mine.
Fate has terrible power. You cannot escape it by wealth or war. No fort will keep it out, no ships outrun it.
Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .
You win the victory when you yield to friends.
Stranger in a strange country.
Rose the joint evil that is now o'erflowing. And the old happiness in that past day Was truly happy, but the present hour Hath pain, crime, ruin:—whatsoe'er of ill Mankind have named, not one is absent here.
Even a poor man can receive honors.
Look and you will find it. What is unsought will go undetected.
I would rather miss the mark acting well than win the day acting basely.
Oh it's terrible when the one who does the judging judges things all wrong.