The end crowneth the work.
I have no desire to make windows into men's souls.
There is nothing about which I am more anxious than my country, and for its sake I am willing to die ten deaths, if that be possible.
O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!
There is only one Christ, Jesus, one faith. All else is a dispute over trifles.
Chastity is the ermine of woman's soul.