The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.
Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.
When the heart is sick it cannot bear the slightest annoyance.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
Seeking is all very well, but holding requires greater talent: Seeking involves some luck; now the demand is for skill.
What is without periods of rest will not endure.