Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.
It is better to break off a thousand friendships, than to endure the sight of a single enemy.
There is a difference between him who claspeth his mistress in his arms, and him whose eyes are fixed on the door expecting her.
I have never seen a man lost who was on a straight path.
The covetous map explores the whole world in pursuit of a subsistence, and fate is close at his heels.
The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.