In friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

Everyone has experienced that truth: that love, like a running brook, is disregarded, taken for granted; but when the brook freezes over, then people begin to remember how it was when it ran, and they want it to run again.

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.

I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.

He who repeats what he does not understand is no better than an ass that is loaded with books.