The more he became truly wise, the more he distrusted everything he knew.
Love has various lodgings; the same word does not always signify the same thing.
Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.
It is not sufficient to see and to know the beauty of a work. We must feel and be affected by it.
God has punished the knave, and the devil has drowned the rest.
Alas...I too have known love, that ruler of hearts, that soul of our soul: it's never brought me anything except one kiss and twenty kicks in the rump. How could such a beautiful cause produce such an abominable effect on you?