Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.

Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.

Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.

Every one who repeats it adds something to the scandal. [The rolling snow-ball.]

My intention is to tell of bodies changed into new forms.

Art lies by its own artifice.

Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.