Fate hath no voice but the heart's impulse.
The dream is short, repentance long.
He who considers too much will perform little.
Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.
The will of man is his happiness.
There are evil spirits who suddenly fix their abode in man's unguarded breast, causing us to commit devilish deeds, and then, hurrying back to their native hell, leave behind the stings of remorse in the poisoned bosom.