Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.
The more they drink the more they thirst.
I can't live without you or with you.
When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.
Few people want the pleasures they are free to take.
There is a divinity within our breast.