Love, like a tear, rises in the eye and falls upon the breast.
A god could hardly love and be wise.
When you are in love you are not wise; or, when you are wise you are not in love.
What greater evil could you wish a miser, than long life?
He who lives only for himself is truly dead to others.
The property of others is always more inviting than our own; and that which we ourselves possess is most pleasing to others.