Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.

"Gutta cavat lapidem." (Dripping water carves a stone.)

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

To wish is of little account; to succeed you must earnestly desire; and this desire must shorten thy sleep.

A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting; the burden of the years cannot depress it, and love that is founded on it endures to the end.

Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.