Passionate Love Is A Quenchless Thirst.

If It Were Not For Guests All Houses Would Be Graves.

A Woman Whom Providence Has Provided With Beauty Of Spirit And Body Is A Truth, At The Same Time Both Open And Secret, Which We Can Understand Only By Love, And Touch Only By Virtue.

And Some Of Your Elders Remember Pleasures With Regret Like Wrongs Committed In Drunkenness. But Regret Is The Beclouding Of The Mind And Not Its Chastisement. They Should Remember Their Pleasures With Gratitude, As They Would The Harvest Of A Summer.

Let Ignorance Reproduce Itself Until It Is Weary Of Its Own Offspring.

If Aught I Have Said Is Truth, That Truth Shall Reveal Itself In A Clearer Voice, And In Words More Kin To Your Thoughts.