“Every lover is a soldier.”

Either do not attempt at all or go through with it.

My vengeance is my guilt.

Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.

Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.

The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.

Tears at times have the weight of speech.

There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

He who has lived in obscurity has lived well.

The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.

A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.

Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Courage conquers all things: it even gives strength to the body.

Time is generally the best doctor.

It’s a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.

The issue about love, is that we rely on our lovers to love us, the way we should love ourselves.

Women talk about love and are silent about lovers, men – on the contrary: they talk about lovers, but are silent about love.

We couldn’t be friends because God knows we were meant to be lovers. Doomed to never belong to each other.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.

Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.

The more clearly you understand yourself and your emotions, the more you become a lover of what is.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

When a love-relationship is at its height there is no room left for any interest in the environment; a pair of lovers are sufficient to themselves.