The fountain of beauty is the heart, and every generous thought illustrates the walls of your chamber.
Wickedness is its own punishment.
The average person's ear weighs what you are, not what you were.
The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not sufficient for a kite's dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for it.
Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.
Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.