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The proof of the pudding is the eating.
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No fathers or mothers think their own children ugly.
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It is one thing to write as poet and another to write as a historian: the poet can recount or sing about things not as they were, but as they should have been, and the historian must write about them not as they should have been, but as they were, without adding or subtracting anything from the truth.
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Health and cheerfulness make beauty.
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Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.
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I would have nobody to control me; I would be absolute: and who but I? Now, he that is absolute can do what he likes; he that can do what he likes can take his pleasure; he that can take his pleasure can be content; and he that can be content has no more to desire. So the matter 's over; and come what will come, I am satisfied.
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When you are at Rome, do as they do at Rome.
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There is a remedy for everything but death; who, in spite of our teeth, will take us in his clutches.
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Let us forget and forgive injuries.
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Forewarned, forearmed; to be prepared is half the victory.
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A good name is better than bags of gold.
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Abundance, even of good things, prevents them from being valued.
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From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.
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In the night all cats are gray.
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Can we ever have too much of a good thing?
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Fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy.
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The most difficult character in comedy is that of the fool, and he must be no simpleton that plays that part.
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I have always heard, Sancho, that doing good to base fellows is like throwing water into the sea.
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I shall be as secret as the grave.
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By such innovations are languages enriched, when the words are adopted by the multitude, and naturalized by custom.