The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.

Poverty possesses this disease; through want it teaches a man evil.

My hands are clean, but my heart has somewhat of impurity.

When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, no worthiness.

Only a madman would give good for evil

I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.

Impudence is the worst of all human diseases.