The way to heaven out of all places is of length and distance.

Getting married is like putting one's hand in a bag containing 99 serpents and one eel.

A good tale evil told were better untold, and an evil take well told need none other solicitor.

Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before, it was neither rhyme nor reason.

It is only natural, of course, that each man should think his own opinions best: the crow loves his fledgling, and the ape his cub.

Friendship demands attention.

The servant may not look to be in better case than his master.