Love is like the sun, it brightens and warms, but it can also blind and burn.

It is not because it is difficult that we do not dare, but because we do not dare that it is difficult.

(Seneca)

Do not accuse the well of being too deep, it is your rope that is too short.

It's hard to escape the easy.

(Galimu)

Anger is a short madness.

(Horace)

The sleep of childhood ends in forgetfulness.

(Victor Hugo)

Perfection is no more made for us than immensity.

(Alfred de Musset)