The knowledge of yourself will preserve you from vanity.

My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.

Not with whom you are born, but with whom you are bred.

But do not give it to a lawyer's clerk to write, for they use a legal hand that Satan himself will not understand.

You are a devil at everything, and there is no kind of thing in the 'versal world but what you can turn your hand into.

She wanted, with her fickleness, to make my destruction constant; I want, by trying to destroy myself, to satisfy her desire.

That which we are capable of feeling, we are capable of saying.