Night is the mother of council. |
No gain is so certain as that which proceeds from the economical use of what you already have |
No matter her past, when a chambermaid marries a lord she becomes a lady. |
Nothing can be lasting when reason does not rule |
Nothing dries sooner than tears. |
Of no worldly good can the joy be perfect, unless it is shared by a friend |
Often there is eloquence in a silent look |
Opportunity has hair in front; behind she is bald; if you seize her by the forelock, you may hold her, but, if suffered to escape, not Jupiter himself can catch her again |
Our fears always outnumber our dangers |
Poverty is death in another form |
Power acquired by guilt was never used for a good purpose |
Practice is the best master. |
Property is robbery |
Revenge is a confession of pain |
Seek a wife in your own sphere |