To be of use to the world is the only way to be happy.
Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.
When the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.
Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.