Dear to the heart of a girl is her own beauty and charm.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
The love of fame puts spurs to the mind
Pride is innate in beauty, and haughtiness is the companion of the fair.
There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.