Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.
Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.
No one is truly free, they are a slave to wealth, fortune, the law, or other people restraining them from acting according to their will.
Short is the joy that guilty pleasure brings.
He is not a lover who does not love forever.
Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.