The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
War is the trade of Kings.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
But love's a malady without a cure.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Love is love's reward.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
Beware the fury of a patient man.