A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it.
There is nothing like despair to make one throw oneself upon the gods.
True friends share everything, except the past before they met.
Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle.