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

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.

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

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.

And make death proud to take us.

Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.

A wise person once wrote, “Resentment is like drinking poison and hoping the other person would die.” But the only one dying is ourselves.

Religion is poison because it asks us to give up our most precious faculty, which is that of reason, and to believe things without evidence. It then asks us to respect this, which it calls faith.

Unforgiveness is the poison you drink every day hoping that the other person will die.

Bigotry has always been the poison of America, and we oughta do everything to eradicate it with no excuses or explanations.

A lack of self-awareness is poison. Reflection and review is the antidote.

I thought the friendship was all about love, but it turned out she poisoned my soul.

By far the strongest poison to the human spirit is the inability to forgive oneself or another person. Forgiveness is no longer an option but a necessity for healing.