Perish the universe, provided I have my revenge.

We often give our enemies the means for our own destruction.

We die of comfort and by conflict live.

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn?

The hatred of relatives is the bitterest.

How can we bear misfortune most easily? If we see our enemies faring worse.

Rivalry adds so much to the charms of one’s conquests.

No one wins a quarrel by quarreling.

Many need no other provocation to enmity than that they find themselves excelled.

Envy and hatred are apt to blind the eyes and render them unable to behold things as they are.

Quarrels would not last long if the fault was only on one side.

Don’t hit a man at all if you can avoid it, but if you have to hit him, knock him out.

Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.