To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.
But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?
One should not run on a new road.
Oh, the soul keeps its youth!
... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.