Love that has nothing but beauty to keep it in good health is short-lived.

Invoked or not invoked, the god is present.

God has administered to us of the present age, a bitter draught and a harsh physician, on account of our abounding infirmities.

Nature, more of a stepmother than a mother in several ways, has sown a seed of evil in the hearts of mortals, especially in the more thoughtful men, which makes them dissatisfied with their own lot and envious of another s.

War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.

Now what else is the whole life of mortals, but a sort of comedy in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each ones part until the manager walks them off the stage?

Your library is your paradise.