If yon wish to be like the gods on earth, to be free in the realms of the dead, pluck not the fruit from the garden! In appearance it may glisten to the eye; but the perishable pleasure of possession quickly avenges the curse of curiosity.
O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.
Mankind is made great or little by its own will.
The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.
Measure not by the scale of perfection the meager product of reality.
Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?