The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.
At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.
When love is not madness, it is not love.