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.
Love is a kind of warfare.
The cause is hidden; the effect is visible to all.
Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.
