Mankind, why do ye set your hearts on things That, of necessity, may not be shared?

Astrology, the noblest of sciences.

No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.

Thy soul is by vile fear assailed, which oft so overcasts a man, that he recoils from noblest resolution, like a beast at some false semblance in the twilight gloom.

Follow your own star!

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.