There is a certain pleasure in weeping.
Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.
Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
At times it is folly to hasten at other times, to delay. The wise do everything in its proper time.
Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.