It is often wise to reveal that which cannot be concealed for long.

Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?

As noble Art has survived noble nature, so too she marches ahead of it, fashioning and awakening by her inspiration. Before Truth sends her triumphant light into the depths of the heart, imagination catches its rays, and the peaks of humanity will be glowing when humid night still lingers in the valleys.

Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake its all on its honor.

In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.

Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.