Love is invisible and comes and goes where it wants, without anyone asking about it.

I do not say a proverb is amiss when aptly and reasonably applied, but to be forever discharging them, right or wrong, hit or miss, renders conversation insipid and vulgar.

For let us women be never so ill-favored, I imagine that we are always delighted to hear ourselves called handsome.

Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?.

The reputation of a woman may also be compared to a mirror of crystal, shining and bright, but liable to be sullied by every breath that comes near it.

Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.