'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

A father may have a child who is ugly and lacking in all the graces, and the love he feels for him puts a blindfold over his eyes so that he does not see his defects but considers them signs of charm and intelligence and recounts them to his friends as if they were clever and witty.

The proof of the pudding is the eating.

But do not give it to a lawyer's clerk to write, for they use a legal hand that Satan himself will not understand.

Inasmuch as ill-deeds spring up as a spontaneous crop, they are easy to learn.

Well-gotten wealth may lose itself, but the ill-gotten loses its master also.

The pen is the tongue of the mind.