“In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom.”

“Our charms depart all on their own, so pluck the bloom.
For if you don't, it meets a wasted doom.”
Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona; carpite florem, Qui, nisi carptus erit, turpiter ipse cadet.

“Love is often described as a fruit you can just reach out with your hand and pluck. However, one should beware, that although glowing in color, the fruit could be poisonous, tainted, or rotten.”

“Love is often described as a fruit you can just reach out with your hand and pluck. However, one should beware, that although glowing in color, the fruit could be poisonous, tainted, or rotten.”

“The seed of Appomattox blooms; its fruit
Rots where eyes are dazed with a hungry searching,
And ears are deaf with steps that murmur and follow
No command.”

“Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.”

“If one tries to navigate unknown waters one runs the risk of shipwreck”

“Just as eating against one’s will is injurious to health, so studying without a liking for it spoils the memory, and it retains nothing it takes in.”

“Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.”

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”