The virtuous woman must be treated like a relic - adored, but not handled; she should be guarded and prized, like a fine flower-garden, the beauty and fragrance of which the owner allows others to enjoy only at a distance, and through iron walls.

Cunning cheats itself wholly, and other people partially.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

As ill-luck would have it.

The wounds received in battle bestow honor, they do not take it away.

There is nothing costs less than civility.

Every one in his own house and God in all of them.