He who proposes to be an author should first be a student.

Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.

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.

Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Not to ask is not be denied.