The burden becomes light that is shared by love.
Virtue and vice, evil and good, are siblings, or next-door neighbors, Easy to make mistakes, hard to tell them apart.
Note too that a faithful study of the liberal arts humanizes character and permits it not to be cruel.
We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]
The bold adventurer succeeds the best.
I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.