No virtue can be real that has not been tried. The gold in the crucible alone is perfect; the loadstone tests the steel, and the diamond is tried by the diamond, while metals gleam the brighter in the furnace.

The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.

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

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

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

Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.

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.