The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.
The best slave is the one who thinks he is free.
Blood is a very special juice.
Personality is everything in art and poetry.