Ill-luck, you know, seldom comes alone.

I can tell where my own shoe pinches me.

The foolish sayings of the rich pass for wise saws in society.

Everything disturbs an absent lover.

The pen is the tongue of the mind.

By God and upon my conscience, said the devil, I never observed it, for my mind is occupied with so many different things that I was forgetting the main thing I came about. This demon must be an honest fellow and a good Christian, said Sancho; for if he wasn't he wouldn't swear by God and his conscience; I feel sure now there must be good souls even in hell itself.

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.