Our treasures trifles seem, and all our life is dreaming, and the dreams themselves are dreams.

Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?

A friar who asks alms for God's sake begs for two.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

All just laws condemn cruelty.

A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.

All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.