I do not hate the man, but his vices.
A good man enlarges the term of his own existence.
The shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, "The work of Chloe." How could she have expressed herself more plainly?
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.