All sorrows are bearable, if there is bread.
I can tell where my own shoe pinches me.
What man can pretend to know the riddle of a woman's mind?
When in doubt, lean to the side of # mercy .
Let us forget and forgive injuries.
The virtuous woman must be treated like a relic - adored, but not handled; she should be guarded and prized, like a fine flower-garden, the beauty and fragrance of which the owner allows others to enjoy only at a distance, and through iron walls.