“Infinite riches in a little room.”

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.

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?

While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

What feeds me destroys me.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!

Innocent and infinite are the pleasures of observation.

Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.

There are infinite reveries, numberless extravagances, and a perpetual train of vanities which pass through both.

Let us have a dagger between our teeth, a bomb in our hands and an infinite scorn in our hearts.

Ideas are, in truth, forces. Infinite, too, is the power of personality. A union of the two always makes history.

I can take the spotlight that shines on me and shift it towards those issues that are infinitely more important than my own issues.

I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.

The obstacles preventing the realization of both these extreme states are of the same nature: they derive from our human condition which is opposed to everything infinite.