Epictetus. Seneca! where God hath placed a mine, He hath placed the materials of an earthquake.
Seneca. A true philosopher is beyond the reach of Fortune.
Epictetus. The false one thinks himself so. Fortune cares little about philosophers; but she remembers where she hath set a rich man, and she laughs to see the Destinies at his door.
PETER THE GREAT AND ALEXIS
Peter. And so, after flying from thy father’s house, thou hast returned again from Vienna. After this affront in the face of Europe, thou darest to appear before me?
Alexis. My emperor and father! I am brought before your Majesty, not at my own desire.
Peter. I believe it well.
Alexis. I would not anger you.
Peter. What hope hadst thou, rebel, in thy flight to Vienna?