Art lies by its own artifice.
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.
If you give up your quiet life, the bow of Cupid will lose its power.
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.
What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.
Women can always be caught; that's the first rule of the game.