There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.
All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.
Without love, the world itself would not survive.
Profits on the exchange are the treasures of goblins.
The fire of love and the cold of time, deprive my sweet love of his peace of mind.
Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.