In everything we ought to look at the end.

Women keep no secrets, and I know many men, who are women in this regard.

Help yourself, and Heaven will help you.

A mountain in labour shouted so loud that everyone, summoned by the noise, ran up expecting that she would be delivered of a city bigger than Paris; she brought forth a mouse.

From a distance it is something; and nearby it is nothing.

Every one turns his dreams into realities as far as he can; man is cold as ice to the truth, hot as fire to falsehood.

In everything we ought to look at the end.