All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.

It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

Anyone can be rich in promises.

The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.

That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.

There is a good deal in a man's mode of eating.