I had rather complain of ill-fortune than be ashamed of victory.

Marriage, a market which has nothing free but the entrance.

The virtue of the soul does not consist in flying high, but in walking orderly.

To smell, though well, is to stink.

There is nothing so noble and so right as to play our human life well and fitly, nor anything so difficult to learn as how to livethis life well and according to Nature.

Fortune does us neither good nor hurt; she only presents us the matter, and the seed, which our soul, more powerfully than she, turns and applies as she best pleases; being the sole cause and sovereign mistress of her own happy or unhappy condition.

Nothing else but an insatiate thirst of enjoying a greedily desired object.