Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.

Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.

Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

Tis you, alone, can save, or give my doom.

Women can always be caught; that's the first rule of the game.

Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.