Love is a kind of warfare.
An evil life is a kind of death.
Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.
Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.
It is the poor man who’ll ever count his flock.
Nothing is more powerful than custom or habit.
Their useless torches on dry hedges throw, That catch the flames, and kindle all the row; So burns the God, consuming in desire, And feeding in his breast a fruitless fire.
Daring is not safe against daring men.
He who is not prepared today will be less so tomorrow.
Love is a credulous thing.