A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.
We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.
I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
War is the only game in which both sides lose.
In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.