Woman is at once apple and serpent.

Human misery is too great for men to die without faith.

What lies lurk in kisses.

Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast.

He who fears to venture as far as his heart urges and his reason permits, is a coward; he who ventures further than he intended to go, is a slave.

A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.