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

Though the strength is lacking, yet the willingness is commendable.

We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.

It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.

The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.

I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.

A short absence is the safest.