Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.

The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

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

Restless sunflower; cease to move.