Love not what you are but, what you may become.
Miguel de Cervantes
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Ye love-smitten host, know that to Dulcinea only I am dough and sugar-paste, flint to all others; for her I am honey, for you aloes.
The sadness of the heart rises to the face, and in the eyes may be read the history of that which passes in the soul.
There were no embraces, because where there is great love there is often little display of it.
Take my advice and live for a long, long time. Because the maddest thing a man can do in this life is to let himself die.
Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be.