Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.