Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.
What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.
Opposition always inflames the enthusiast, never converts him.
A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.
In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.
Man is never so authentically himself as when at play.