Time, still as he flies, adds increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Such is the audacity of man, that he hath learned to counterfeit Nature, yea, and is so bold as to challenge her in her work.
She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.
Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.
After a man falls madly in love, he no longer cares how old she is.
Time discovers truth.
He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.
In this world truth can wait; she is used to it.
Love makes those young whom age doth chill, and whom he finds young keeps young still.
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
He travels fastest who travels alone, and that goes double for she. Real feminism is spinsterhood.