So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be. >>
The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow. >>
Either sex alone is half itself. >>
If pain could have cured us we should long ago have been saved. >>
There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain en >>
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other. >>
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.