A few vices are sufficient to darken many virtues.

Wisdom is neither gold, nor silver, nor fame, nor wealth, nor health, nor strength, nor beauty.

Memory: what wonders it performs in preserving and storing up things gone by - or rather, things that are

Wise men are able to make a fitting use even of their enmities.

When a man's eyes are sore his friends do not let him finger them, however much he wishes to, nor do they themselves touch the inflammation: But a man sunk in grief suffers every chance comer to stir and augment his affliction like a running sore; and by reason of the fingering and consequent irritation it hardens into a serious and intractable evil.

Wickedness frames the engines of her own torment. She is a wonderful artisan of a miserable life.

An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.