It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.
While I am speaking the opportunity is lost.
You will go most safely in the middle.
Quarrels are the dowry which married folk bring one another.
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.
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.