There is no greater folly in the world than for a man to despair.

Thou art a cat, and a rat, and a coward.

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

Let us not throw the rope after the bucket.

The wise hand does not all the tongue dictates.

The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.

'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.