Some people are so fond of ill luck that they run halfway to meet it.
The language of women should be luminous, but not voluminous.
Intemperance is the epitome of every crime, the cause of every kind of misery.
Troubles are like babies - they only grow by nursing.
That man is thought a dangerous knave, Or zealot plotting crime, Who for advancement of his kind Is wiser than his time.
We love peace, as we abhor pusillanimity; but not peace at any price.