The purpose of law is to prevent the strong always having their way.

I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.

He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.

Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.

Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.

Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.

Tis best to be silent in a bad cause.