Good actions ennoble us, and we are the sons of our deeds.
The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.
Her father guarded her, and she guarded herself; for there are no padlocks, bolts, or bars, that secure a maiden better than her own reserve.
Let the worst come to the worst.
Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.
From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.