Many the wonders but nothing walks stranger than man.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
What house, bloated with luxury, ever became prosperous without a woman's excellence?
Kindness will always attract kindness.
As sight is in the eye, so is the mind in the soul!
I cannot love a friend whose love is words.