Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.
Fools laugh at the Latin language. -Rident stolidi verba Latina
It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.
That which never has been, never is, and never will be.