He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.
What is allowed us is disagreeable, what is denied us causes us intense desire.
Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
Love is no assignment for cowards.