All the vices, Sancho, bring some kind of pleasure with them; but envy brings nothing but irritation, bitterness, and rage.

Happy the man to whom heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than heaven itself.

That's the nature of women, not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.

There is a remedy for everything but death; who, in spite of our teeth, will take us in his clutches.

Where one door shuts another opens.

The pen is the tongue of the mind.

Her father guarded her, and she guarded herself; for there are no padlocks, bolts, or bars, that secure a maiden better than her own reserve.