Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
Reason gains all people by compelling none.
Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.
Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession's phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
She who means no mischief does it all.