There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.

Pure women are only those who have not been asked.

Misfortunes often sharpen the genius.

Nothing is swifter than our years.

All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.

Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.

Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.