What we buy, and pay for, is part of ourselves.
But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?
move not in your anger; it is like putting to sea in a tempest.
There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.
the matrimonial shoe pinches me.
Death is like the setting of the sun. The sun never sets; life never ceases. ... we think the sun sets, and it never ceases shining; we think our friends die, and they never cease living.