There is no bitterness to be compared with that between two people who once loved.
Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.
What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.
For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.
Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
It is a good thing to be rich and strong, but it is a better thing to be loved.