All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
Either do not attempt at all or go through with it.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
As long as you are lucky, you will have many friends; if cloudy times appear, you will be alone. -Donec eris felix, multos numerabis amicos; tempora si fuerint nubila, solus eris
Do not believe hastily.