Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.
All the vices, Sancho, bring some kind of pleasure with them; but envy brings nothing but irritation, bitterness, and rage.
Love not what you are but only what you may become.
The guts carry the feet, not the feet the guts.
Dine on little, and sup on less.
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.