When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
That's one of the greatest curses ever inflicted on the human race, memory.
When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.
If you want to be loved, be lovable.