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.

Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.

What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives.

There is no small pleasure in pure water.

That which never has been, never is, and never will be.

O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?

Let love steal in disguised as friendship.