Today is truly the Golden Age: gold buys hornor, gold procures love
Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.
Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.
Love fed fat soon turns to boredom.
There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.
A woman is always buying something.