If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.
Restless sunflower; cease to move.
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.
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.