Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

The fox is very cunning, but he is more cunning who catches the fox.

Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?

At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.