Love knows nothing of modesty.
Six weeks with a fever is an eternity.
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
To say to a rich man: You are poor! is to tell the Archbishop of Granada that his sermons are worthless.