Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels

A Backward Glance Can Often Lift The Heart.

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

Do Not Desert Me When I Need You Most. And If We Can't Go On Together, Let's Retrace Our Steps As Quickly As We Can.

Because There Is No Man Who Can Be True And Just Judge Of Himself, So Much Will Self-love Deceive Him.