It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
He who proposes to be an author should first be a student.
For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
Merit challenges envy.
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
To so perverse a sex all grace is vain.