As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed.
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.