Man lives two lives, woe, were it otherwise! One is seized by death, the other one, his honor, remains.

The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.

Gold is the gift of vanity and common pride, but flowers are the gift of love and friendship.

The state has no religion for the simple reason that it has each and everyone.

Do old people always live in the past? What yesterday was firm and true, may not be so today.

Those who want to row on the ocean of human knowledge do not get far, and the storm drives those out of their course who set sail.

Perhaps the most embarrassing experience is being caught at a lie by a simpleton who sneers at our asinine cleverness.