Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading.

Humble things become the humble.

The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.

There is nothing hard inside the olive; nothing hard outside the nut.

Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.

Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.

Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.