A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

For where the instrument of intelligence is added to brute power and evil will, mankind is powerless in its own defense.

As one who sees in dreams and wakes to find the emotional impression of his vision still powerful while its parts fade from his mind - Just such am I, having lost nearly all the vision itself, while in my heart I feel the sweetness of it yet distill and fall.

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.