Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.

There is a God within us, and we glow when He stirs us.

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

What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.

She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of detection: she who does not, because she may not, does.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

Those presents are the most acceptable which are enhanced by our regard for the donor.