I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands.

He has committed the crime who profits by it.

Death takes us piecemeal, not at a gulp.

The tempest threatens before it comes; houses creak before they fall.

It is well to be born either a king or a fool.

He worships God who knows him.

No one can have all he desires.