The gift derives its value from the rank of the giver.

Excessive love in loathing ever ends.

It is hope which makes the shipwrecked sailor strike out with his arms in the midst of the sea, though no land is in sight.

Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

Pedigree and ancestry and what we ourselves have not achieved, I scarcely recognize as our own.

What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.