Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.
Virtue is no empty echo.
Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.
Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.
Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.
Man is never so authentically himself as when at play.