“I’m armed with more than complete steel, – The justice of my quarrel.”

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.

Religion hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

More childish valorous than manly wise.

Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.

He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.

Infinite riches in a little room.

Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

For great men, religion is a way of making friends; small people make religion a fighting tool.

Never stop fighting until you arrive at your destined place – that is, the unique you. Have an aim in life, continuously acquire knowledge, work hard, and have perseverance to realise the great life.

Move with the flow. Don’t fight the current. Resist nothing. Let life carry you. Don’t try to carry it.

Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.

Fights between individuals, as well as governments and nations, invariably result from misunderstandings in the broadest interpretation of this term.

He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight

We fight too many battles that don’t matter.

We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it.