“Woman is certainly the daughter of Delay personified!”

I much prefer a compliment, even if insincere, to sincere criticism.

To waste one’s breath; to pump into a sieve.

A woman finds it much easier to do ill than well.

He who falls in love meets a worse fate than he who leaps from a rock.

It is a bitter disappointment when you have sown benefits, to reap injuries.

A woman without paint is like food without salt.

A mouse never entrusts his life to only one hole.

The gods play games with men as balls.

In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.

In everything the middle road is best.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

I love truth and wish to have it always spoken to me: I hate a liar.

Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at home.

Things unhoped for happen oftener than things we desire.

How great in number are the little minded men.

We are pouring our words into a sieve, and lose our labor.

Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.

For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.

Don’t use it for sexual high jinks. It can get ugly – trust me. Also be careful when flushing.

For the Order wishes to be secret and to work in silence

I’m afraid I did not pray hard enough last night.

There exists a meaning, hidden from day to day, but accessible in moments of greatest attentiveness, in those moments when consciousness loves the world.

That fear of missing out on things makes you miss out on everything.

If only Jesus’ followers shared his personality. That one shift alone would correct so many of the ridiculous and horrifying things that pass for popular Christianity.