Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.

'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.

It is one thing to praise discipline, and another to submit to it.

I have always heard, Sancho, that doing good to base fellows is like throwing water into the sea.

You are a devil at everything, and there is no kind of thing in the 'versal world but what you can turn your hand into.

To be good to the vile is to throw water into the sea.

Where there's music there can be no evil.