Great men wait for the right moment to abandon caution. The rest of us abandon it when impatience becomes too much for us.

Once wealth and beauty are gone, there is always rural life.

The party out of office becomes the articulate one.

Narcissus weeps to find that his Image does not return his love.

Only the most lucid can see their love as comedy.

I know God exits, but I don't know where.

Pity drowns in numbers.