You Are My Peace, My Solace, My

Beauty Without Intelligence Is Like A Hook Without Bait.

Heaven Forbids, It Is True, Certain Gratifications, But There Are Ways And Means Of Compounding Such Matters.

Too Great Haste Leads Us To Error.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

A Wise Man Is Superior To Any Insults Which Can Be Put Upon Him, And The Best Reply To Unseemly Behavior Is Patience And Moderation.