But there are times when patience proves at fault.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

A man in armour is his armour's slave.

Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.

He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.