What women would do if they could not cry, nobody knows. What poor, defenceless creatures they would be!
Some people are so fond of ill luck that they run halfway to meet it.
Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.
Patience is the strongest of strong drinks; for it kills the giant despair.
If slander be a snake, it is a winged one - it flies as well as creeps.
Wits, like drunken men with swords, are apt to draw their steel upon their best acquaintances.