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

The vulgar crowd values friends according to their usefulness.

Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.

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.

Nothing in the entire universe ever perishes, believe me, but things vary, and adopt a new form. The phrase being born is used for beginning to be something different from what one was before, while dying means ceasing to be the same. Though this thing may pass into that, and that into this, yet the sums of things remains unchanged.

The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.

A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain.