Tis not always in a physician's power to cure the sick; at times the disease is stronger than trained art.
Love is born of idleness and, once born, by idleness is fostered.
The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.
I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.
That's one of the greatest curses ever inflicted on the human race, memory.
The burden becomes light that is shared by love.