The secret of getting things done is to act!

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

Abandon every hope, you who enter.

Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.

I presumed to fix my look on the eternal light so long that I consumed my sight thereon.

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.