He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.

Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.

I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.

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.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.