There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.
Every lover is a soldier.
Ah me! Love can not be cured by herbs.
Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man’s brow.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
Tears at times have the weight of speech.
An evil life is a kind of death.
All things can corrupt when minds are prone to evil.