If I sit and daydream, the images rush by like a succession of colored slides.
None of the affections have been noted to fascinate and bewitch but envy.
Man prefers to believe what he prefers to be true.
If I might control the literature of the household, I would guarantee the well-being of Church and State.
That conceit, elegantly expressed by the Emperor Charles V., in his instructions to the King, his son, "that fortune hath somewhat the nature of a woman, that if she be too much wooed she is the farther off.
For no man can forbid the spark nor tell whence it may come.