You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.
The crop always seems better in our neighbor's field, and our neighbor's cow gives more milk.
In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.
Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives.
What ignorance there is in human minds.