There's no effrontery like that of a woman caught in the act; her very guilt inspires her with wrath and insolence.
A hairy body, and arms stiff with bristles, give promise of a manly soul.
Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.
Wisdom is the winner over good luck.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.
All wish to be learned, but no one is willing to pay the price.