Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.

Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast.

Our souls must become expanded by the contemplation of Nature's grandeur, before we can fully comprehend the greatness of man.

God has given us speech in order that we may say pleasant things to our friends, and tell bitter truths to our enemies.

I do not murmur, even if my heart break.

Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.

While we are indifferent to our good qualities, we keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults, until we come to look on them as virtues.