Love! Hate! Is there no third?

I'd wish the government took honest people into consideration, it shows enough consideration for scoundrels.

Since love is folly, a foolish woman is more dangerous than a wise one.

Why I love the ancients so much? Aside from everything else, when I read them, the entire past between them and me unfolds at thesame time. The hearts of how many heroes and poets may have been set on fire by Plutarch's biographies which now inspire me with their own and with borrowed flames!

Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

How can you say that love is blind? Keener than a young eagle's is its sight.

You can make the best of it and be content, or you can complain, it makes no difference. What does it matter that human beings judge the things that exist?