Let everyone turn himself around, and look at home, and he will find enough to do.

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

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

God exalts the man who humbles himself.

He that gives quickly gives twice.

I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.

The eating. By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece.