“Things we not hope for often come to pass than things we wish.”

No man will be respected by others who is despised by his own relatives.

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.

They are intelligent beings in their own right, and thoroughly self-sufficient… if not molested by humans.

I’m not saying that negatively. It’s healthy.

Love has both its gall and honey in abundance: it has sweetness to the taste, but it presents bitterness also to satiety.

And you don’t want them to look at you in a negative light.

Time is the best preserver of righteous men.

It’s a good way of getting you into the zone for the scene.

I just find it hard to believe that anyone would stop me to share how much they loved something that I was a part of.

There is no place in nature for extinction.