I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.

The lot of man-to suffer and die.

A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.

[But] age, the common enemy of mankind, has laid his hand upon you; would that it had fallen upon some other, and that you were still young.

It is not right to glory in the slain