Trust to a plank, draw precarious breath, At most seven inches from the jaws of death.

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.

Anger often makes us hurt ourselves more than any enemy.

Pleasure is the Root of All Good

When I read a daring book or listen to rebellious music, I feel like I've found what freedom really means.

We should try to bring to any power what we have as women. We will destroy it all if we try to imitate that absolutely unfeeling driving ambition that we have seen coming at us across the desk.

At the cross God wrapped his heart in flesh and blood and let it be nailed to the cross for our redemption.

I think when we talk of craft we talk of a certain set of processes, whether that be clay of glass if jewelry or textiles, and we look back through history instantly.

One can with dignity be wife and widow but once.

And frankly, I don't understand - I mean, I'm obviously a card-carrying Democrat - but I can't understand why any woman would want to vote for Mitt Romney, except maybe Mrs. Romney.

When I trade, I don't have an agency problem; I have my neck on the line. When a bank or banker trades, it's not his neck on the line.

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.