'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.
Had I succeeded well, I had been reckoned amongst the wise; our minds are so disposed to judge from the event.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.
We must take care of our minds because we cannot benefit from beauty when our brains are missing.
I would prefer as friend a good man ignorant than one more clever who is evil too.
There seems to be some pleasure for women in sick talk of one another.