It is easier to win love than to keep it.
It is only love that has already fallen sick that is killed by absence.
Men at any age truly never grow up. All, no matter what importance they may have attained, are still no more than little boys.
Old age appears hideous to us until we have to choose between it and death.
... see well how it often befalls that to rise to the topmost degree would make it seem that the abyss is on high.
It is easier to die for a cause than to live for it.