It's right to learn, even from the enemy.
A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
Grief is put to flight and assuaged by generous draughts.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
O ye gods! what thick encircling darkness blinds the minds of men!
The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.