Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

These dwell among the blackest souls,loaded down deep by sins of differing types.If you sink far enough,you'll see them all.

I wept not — so to stone I grew within.

Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.

If anyone should want to know my name, I am called Leah. And I spend all my time weaving garlands of flowers with my fair hands, t o please me when I stand before the mirror; my sister Rachel sits all the day long before her own, and never moves away. She loves to contemplate her lovely eyes; I love to use my hands to adorn myself: her joy is in reflection, mine in act.

The human race is in the best condition when it has the greatest degree of liberty.

A backward glance can often lift the heart.