Add little to little and there will be a big pile.
It is annoying to be honest to no purpose.
The burden becomes light that is shared by love.
What one beholds of a woman is the least part of her.
O ye gods! what thick encircling darkness blinds the minds of men!
Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.