The chameleon Love can feed on the air
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.
I came, saw, and overcame.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
What's done is done. The joy is in the doing.