Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains. . .
As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made.
Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell
All is amiss. Love is dying, faith's defying, heart's denying.
He that is thy friend indeed, - He will help thee in thy need: - If thou sorrow, he will weep; - If you wake, he cannot sleep; - Thus of every grief in heart - He with thee doth bear a part.
Gold is a deep-persuading orator.
Money is the sovereign queen of all delights - for her, the lawyer pleads, the soldier fights.
Constant change is part of the American culture for most people.
Metal rusts, music lasts forever.
When it's impossible, it's better to stoop to compromise, without resisting and without complaining. People who complain are selfish.
It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.