One does not yearn for that which is easily acquired.
You who seek an end of love, love yields to business: be busy, and you will be safe.
How little you know about the age you live in if you think that honey is sweeter than cash in hand
Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.
I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.
The burden becomes light that is shared by love.