It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.
From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.
A private sin is not so prejudicial in this world, as a public indecency.
Digo, paciencia y barajar. What I say is, patience, and shuffle the cards.
Treason pleases, but not the traitor.
Every dog has his day.