I have found power in the mysteries of thought.
Bodies devoid of mind are as statues in the market place.
To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.
He is not a lover who does not love forever.
When someone isn't seen for a long time, Well, folk soon begin to imagine the worst.
Account no man happy till he dies.