Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing,Leave a house empty, it rots.
A lover fears all that he believes.
Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.
Love is an affair of credulity.
As long as you are lucky, you will have many friends; if cloudy times appear, you will be alone. -Donec eris felix, multos numerabis amicos; tempora si fuerint nubila, solus eris
Love is born of idleness and, once born, by idleness is fostered.