“All strange and terrible events are welcome, but comforts we despise.”

Nothing could part us in life, but now in death we are likely to change places, you the Roman lying here in Egyptian soil, and I, helpless woman that I am, being buried in Italy.

Leave the fishing-rod, Great General, to us sovereigns of Pharos and Canopus. Your game is cities and kings and continents.

Is he a good man?” “Define ‘good’.

I will not be triumphed over.

In praising Antony I have dispraised Caesar.

My honour was not yielded, but conquered merely.

Be it known that we, the greatest, are misthought.

Fool! Don’t you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been able to live without you.

And make death proud to take us.

One finds great comfort in good dinners.

When the chaos creates comfort, and pain stops hurting your head, when you learn and accept the whole world, You know you possess yourself.

I have no comfort left to offer you, no love I’m willing to give, I’ve learnt years ago that you will always ask for what you can’t return.

Education gives sobriety to the young, comfort to the old, riches to the poor and is an ornament to the rich.

The war on yourself, Never in total comfort or surrender. Chase your dreams daily. Margin for failure, success, A turning point so slender.

Look at me, comforting you with the words I wish someone spoke to me.

Loving memories last forever, I am at a loss for words during this sorrowful time. Please know that I am thinking of you and praying for peace and comfort.

Through pain I’ve learned to comfort suffering men.