When you can prove me wrong, then call me blind.

Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own, Or deems that he hath powers to speak and judge Such as none other hath, when they are known, They are found shallow.

The oaths of a woman I inscribe on water.

Surely, to think your own the only wisdom, and yours the only word, the only will, betrays a shallow spirit, an empty heart.

Show me the man who keeps his house in hand, He's fit for public authority.

A cunning fellow is man, inventive beyond all expectation, he reaches sometimes evil and sometimes good

It's terrible when the one who does the judging judges things all wrong.