Pain pays the income of each precious thing.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Glory grows guilty of detested crimes.

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.

A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?