Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.
Youth might be wise; we suffer less from pains than pleasures.
It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to a scoundrel.
Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.
The truth of truths is love.