Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.
Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back.
I must like my profession, since I can hardly distinguish myself from it.
My young friend supposes his ingenuousness is merely a ruse.
Either offer me something I really like, or stop trying to tempt me.
Every lover's lament has an element of boasting.