Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.
Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.
Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.
A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.
It is not great, but little good-haps that make up happiness.
Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.