Women can always be caught; that's the first rule of the game.

I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.

You will go most safely in the middle.

Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.

Good hope is often beguiled by her own augury.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.