I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.

Cunning cheats itself wholly, and other people partially.

All sorrows are bearable, if there is bread.

God bears with the wicked, but not forever.

He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.

True valor lies in the middle between cowardice and rashness.

Good painter imitates nature, bad ones spews it up.