Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind's great bribe.
Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
But love's a malady without a cure.