Urgent necessity prompts many to do things, at the very thoughts of which they perhaps would start at other times.

To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.

Once a woman parts with her virtue, she loses the esteem even of the man whose vows and tears won her to abandon it.

The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.

It is impossible for good or evil to last forever; and hence it follows that the evil having lasted so long, the good must be now nigh at hand.

There's no taking trout with dry breeches.

And thus being totally preoccupied, he rode so slowly that the sun was soon glowing with such intense heat that it would have melted his brains, if he'd had any.