A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it.
By her shining and her power he knew her.
Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle.
One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.
It is something, I thought, when a king can put a courtesan to the blush.
The rightness of a thing isn't determined by the amount of courage it takes.