To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.

Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.

Let them obey that knows not how to rule.