The darts of love are blunted by maiden modesty.

Sorrow was made for man, not for beasts; yet if men encourage melancholy too much, they become no better than beasts.

It is courage that vanquishes in war, and not good weapons.

But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his back.

Be a terror to the butchers, that they may be fair in their weight; and keep hucksters and fraudulent dealers in awe, for the same reason.

Facts are the enemy of truth.

I know who I am and who I may be, if I choose.