False fancy brings real misery.
When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the life-glance of the sun. The germs which perished to the eye within the cold breast of the earth spring up with joy in the bright realm of day.
The strong man is strongest when alone.
It would be necessary that they should be already sages to love wisdom...
Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?
Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.