Time is apt to kill, or at least modify all the sentiments.
Though ignorance may be defined as the absence of intellectual light, and though Luna is the lady of darkness, no blockhead (or stupid) has ever become a lunatic.
She who loves to see, loves also to be seen.
After a storm comes fair weather.
Poetry is the daughter of sentiment.
There are few who are as valiant and magnanimous as they pretend to be.