Honor, thou strong idol of man's mind.

The day seems long, but night is odious; no sleep, but dreams; no dreams but visions strange.

Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.

I willingly confess that it likes me better when I find virtue in a fair lodging than when I am bound to seek it in an ill-favored creature.

Valor is abased by too much loftiness.

There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.

Either I will find a way, or I will make one.