It is more shameful to distrust one's friends than to be deceived by them.

Under feigned jest are things conceal'd that else would breed unrest.

In the sunset of dissolution$$$ everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia$$$ even the guillotine.

He who knows does not speak; he who speaks does not know.

The greater the ambiguity$$$ the greater the pleasure.

People generally see what they look for$$$ and hear what they listen for.

I have a strong will to love you for eternity.

The nearer the dawn$$$ the darker the night.

She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was through her sadness.

Where words prevail not$$$ violence prevails; But gold doth more than either of them both.