Great events have sent before them their announcements.
The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.
All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at all functions, festivals, or feasts he looks out with the same nice self-composure.