A woman always has her revenge ready.
New-born desires, after all, have inexplicable charms, and all the pleasure of love is in variety.
Music and dance are all you need.
One can be well-bred and write bad poetry
What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?
The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.