Art is difficult, transient is her reward.
O God, how lovely still is life!
Full of wisdom are the ordinations of fate.
You saw his weakness, and he will never forgive you.
The world's history is constant, like the laws of nature, and simple, like the souls of men. The same conditions continually produce the same results.
A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.