Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.
Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.
The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.
Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.
Years place at last a venerable crown upon a head.
She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.