All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.

Great events have sent before them their announcements.

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.

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

All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.

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.