This is the curse of an evil deed, that it incites and must bring forth more evil.
In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.
I am my own heaven and hell!
Love is the reward of love.
Posterity weaves no garlands for imitators.
A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.