How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!

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

How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!

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

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.

In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it