“I swear so soon as age will permit … I will use fire and steel to arrest the destiny of Rome.”

You put the life in your belly and you live.

Many things which nature makes difficult become easy to the man who uses his brains.

The mongoose I want under the stairs when the snakes slither by.

As a doctor I had no choice. As a philosopher I had too many.

Perception is a tool that’s pointed on both ends.

I have come not to make war on the Italians, but to aid the Italians against Rome.

I will either find a way or make one.

Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.

God has given to man no sharper spur to victory than contempt of death.

We’re like socks. You can put us through a rough wash once, but you’ll never use us again.

The mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else.

We will find a way or we shall make one

All good things to those who wait.

Killing must feel good to God too. He does it all the time. Did God feel good about that? He felt powerful.

Words are living things. They have personality, point of view… agenda.

As your mother tells you, and my mother certainly told me, it is important, she always used to say, always to try new things.

My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!

I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.

The teachers at my school were quite often card-carrying members of the Labour Party and it just was not part of the culture to approve of what the government was doing.

I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.

I have smuggled so many ingredients across so many borders, like shallot confit from Thailand, or a new sauce from New Orleans not approved by the FDA.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

Whoever criticizes capitalism, while approving immigration, whose working class is its first victim, had better shut up.

I wanted him [my father] to cherish and approve of me, not as he had when I was a child, but as the woman I was, who had her own mind and had made her own choices.