At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.

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

One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.

No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at all functions, festivals, or feasts he looks out with the same nice self-composure.

The fox is very cunning, but he is more cunning who catches the fox.

What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?

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