When love is not madness, it is not love.

The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.

And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death

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

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

Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.

If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.