“The gods confound the man who first found out How to distinguish hours! Confound him, too, Who in this place set up a sun-dial, To cut and hack my days so wretchedly Into small portions.”

Remind a man of what he remembers, and you will make him forget it.

It is much easier to begin than to end.

This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.

It is only when we have lost them that we fully appreciate our blessings.

He who is most on his guard is often himself taken in.

I count him lost, who is lost to shame.

The day, water, sun, moon, night – I do not have to purchase these things with money.

No man is wise enough by himself.

Good courage in a bad affair is half of the evil overcome.

If you say hard things you must expect to hear them in return.

He that would eat the nut must crack the shell.

No man has perpetual good fortune.

The woman who has the best perfume is she who has none.

It is customary these days to ignore what should be done in favour of what pleases us.

You have eaten a meal dangerously seasoned.

Your wealth is where your friends are.

He never makes a mistake; but, if his adversary commits the slightest error, he is lost.

Happiness is a sort of atmosphere you can live in sometimes when you’re lucky.

Good merchandise, even hidden, soon finds buyers.

Laws are subordinate to custom.

He is the Truth, and He wants us to deal in truth with ourselves and our loved ones. We want the truth about you and your family to flood into and overrun the secrets that keep you in bondage to dysfunctional behavior and relationships.

The priest and the unlettered lord of his family, and Reason will be the code of laws to all mankind.

Darling, you don’t fear love, you fear of loving wrong.

On the last day of every character I’ve ever played