Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto.
Profits on the exchange are the treasures of goblins.
There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.
Never do but one thing at a time, and never put off till to-morrow what you can do today.
Without love, the world itself would not survive.
The fire of love and the cold of time, deprive my sweet love of his peace of mind.
All right, then, I’ll say it: Dante makes me sick.
Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as ’tis today.
But life is short: while one lives, everything is lacking; when one is dead, everything is superfluous.
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.