Indolence is sweet, and its consequences bitter.
History never repeats itself. Man always does.
May God defend me from my friends: I can defend myself from my enemies.
When a man is in love, jealous, and just whipped by the Inquisition, he is no longer himself.
Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.
History in general is a collection of crimes, follies, and misfortunes among which we have now and then met with a few virtues, and some happy times.