And what is Life? - An hour-glass on the run

I'm dead fussy about food: I don't eat junk.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

He made all countries where he came his own.

My right eye itches, some good luck is near.

Learn to write well, or not to write at all.

Reason saw not, till Faith sprung the Light.

All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.

Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass.

The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.

My creed is love and you are its only tenet.

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold.

My chest of books divide amongst my friends.

Let good people sin. Give virtue to rotters.

Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

And out of good still to find means of evil.

Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.

Love's chemistry thrives best in equal heat.

Bravery escapes more dangers than cowardice.

How delightful to find a friend in everyone.

We survive our love because we go on loving.

For women's tears are but the sweat of eyes.

The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.

All things may be bought in Rome with money.

To keep up as good a cuisine as your father.

Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice.

Why are we here? To become ourselves in you.

The sceptic only stumbles at matter of fact.

The historian is a prophet looking backward.

In true prose everything must be underlined.

Morality without a sense of paradox is mean.

Changing husbands is only changing troubles.

To suffer together is to suffer with beauty.

The longing for paradise is paradise itself.

Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?

This poet is a griot in search of a village.

Invent a new language anyone can understand.

Music is the medicine of the breaking heart.

There is no wretchedness like self-reproach.

A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

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