Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.
A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.
Live with your century; but do not be its creature.
Man is never so authentically himself as when at play.
Forgiveness is the divinest of victories.
No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.