All arts his own, the hungry Greekling counts; And bid him mount the skies, the skies he mounts.

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt

A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.

The arrows are from her dowry.

The abject pleasure of an abject mind And hence so dear to poor weak woman kind. [Lat., Vindicta Nemo magis gaudet, quam femina.]

All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.

Pray for a healthy mind in a healthy body.

Quis costodiet ipsos custodies? (Who will watch the watchers?)

It is not easy for men to rise whose qualities are thwarted by poverty.

We coin concepts and we use them to analyse and explain nature and society. But we seem to forget, midway, that these concepts are our own constructs and start equating them with reality.

Life is nearly over with me. I have taken no pains about my style of writing.

When we change the way we communicate, we change society.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

Was ever grief like mine?

Hello, Doctor. It's your man.

- Nothing else has any efficacy, I might as well be myself. - But your yourself sucks! - It is, lamentably, all I have.

I'm happier than a tornado in a trailer park.

in my opinion, the Divine is revealed to all men once at least in their lives.

If you can believe, worry and anxiety will vanish