He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed.

There is no benefit so large that malignity will not lessen it; none so narrow that a good interpretation will not enlarge it.

While crime is punished it yet increases.

The path of increase is slow, but the road to ruin is rapid.

We are all sinful. Therefore whatever we blame in another we shall find in our own bosoms.

When one is friend on himself, also is friend of everybody.

It is more fitting for a man to laugh at life than to lament over it.