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.

The dream is short, repentance long.

The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.

He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.

The strong man is strongest when alone.

Fate hath no voice but the heart's impulse.

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.