While I am speaking the opportunity is lost.
I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
In prosperity you may count on many friends; if the sky becomes overcast you will be alone.
everything changes, nothing perishes