Meet the disorder in the outset, the medicine may be too late, when the disease has gained ground through delay.
When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses.
There is a divinity within our breast.
The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.
Time is the devourer of all things.