Pray, look better, sir... those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.

Diligence is the mother of good fortune, and idleness, its opposite, never brought a man to the goal of any of his best wishes.

The reputation of a woman may also be compared to a mirror of crystal, shining and bright, but liable to be sullied by every breath that comes near it.

Jealousy sees things always with magnifying glasses which make little things large, of dwarfs giants, of suspicions truths.

When we leave this world, and are laid in the earth, the prince walks as narrow a path as the day-laborer.

Truly I was born to be an example of misfortune, and a target at which the arrows of adversary are aimed.

One should not talk of hatters in the house of the hanged.