This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.

A slave is he who cannot speak his thoughts.

What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.

Silence and chaste reserve is woman's genuine praise, and to remain quiet within the house.

A sharp-tempered woman, or, for that matter, a man, Is easier to deal with than the clever type Who holds her tongue.

Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?

I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief