I do not believe that the Good Lord plays dice.
The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.
Once a woman parts with her virtue, she loses the esteem even of the man whose vows and tears won her to abandon it.
Treason pleases, but not the traitor.
Nothing costs less nor is cheaper than compliments of civility.
Diligence is the mother of good fortune, and idleness, its opposite, never brought a man to the goal of any of his best wishes.