Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.

You would attain to the divine perfection.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.