Anger, the Stoics said, was a short madness.

For as much as to understand and to be mighty are great qualities, the higher that they be, they are so much the less to be esteemed if goodness also abound not in the possessor.

Woman was formed to admire; man to be admirable. His are the glories of the sun at noonday; hers the softened splendors of the midnight moon.

Fear is far more painful to cowardice than death to true courage.

The lightsome countenance of a friend giveth such an inward decking to the house where it lodgeth, as proudest palaces have cause to envy the gilding.

Approved valor is made precious by natural courtesy.

Happiness is a sunbeam, which may pass though a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray.