"The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne."
— Geoffrey Chaucer

"What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
"
— Geoffrey Chaucer

"Purity in body and heart
May please some--as for me, I make no boast.
For, as you know, no master of a household
Has all of his utensils made of gold;
Some are wood, and yet they are of use."
— Geoffrey Chaucer (The Canterbury Tales)

"Then you compared a woman's love to Hell,
To barren land where water will not dwell,
And you compared it to a quenchless fire,
The more it burns the more is its desire
To burn up everything that burnt can be.
You say that just as worms destroy a tree
A wife destroys her husband and contrives,
As husbands know, the ruin of their lives. "
— Geoffrey Chaucer (The Canterbury Tales)

"Ful wys is he that kan himselve knowe."
— Geoffrey Chaucer (The Riverside Chaucer)

"And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche."
— Geoffrey Chaucer (The Canterbury Tales)

"How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination."
— Geoffrey Chaucer

""For if a priest be foul, on whom we trust,
No wonder is a common man should rust"
-The Prologue of Chaucers Canterbury Tales-"
— Geoffrey Chaucer

"It is ful fair a man to bere him evene,/For alday meeteth men at unset stevene."
— Geoffrey Chaucer

"people can die of mere imagination"
— Geoffrey Chaucer (The Canterbury Tales)

"the greatest scholars are not usually the wisest people"
— Geoffrey Chaucer (The Complete Poetry and Prose)

"Be nat wrooth, my lord, though that I pleye. Ful ofte in game a sooth I have herd seye!"
— Geoffrey Chaucer (The Canterbury Tales)

". . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . ."
— Geoffrey Chaucer

"And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?"
— Geoffrey Chaucer

"For hym was levere have at his beddes heed
Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed,
Of Aristotle and his philosophie,
Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie."
— Geoffrey Chaucer

"If gold rusts, what then can iron do?"
— Geoffrey Chaucer