O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?
Beauty is a frail good.
All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.
Let love steal in disguised as friendship.
If you want to be loved, be loveable.
It is hope which makes the shipwrecked sailor strike out with his arms in the midst of the sea, though no land is in sight.