Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?

The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.

The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.