It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.

Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?

What is now reason was formerly impulse or instinct.

Hastiness is the beginning of wrath, and its end repentance.

Although they posses enough, and more than enough still they yearn for more.

Love fed fat soon turns to boredom.

Nothing in the entire universe ever perishes, believe me, but things vary, and adopt a new form. The phrase being born is used for beginning to be something different from what one was before, while dying means ceasing to be the same. Though this thing may pass into that, and that into this, yet the sums of things remains unchanged.