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.

Beauty- it was a favor bestowed by the gods.

Tears at times have the weight of speech.

When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.

Excessive love in loathing ever ends.

Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.

It is annoying to be honest to no purpose.