Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
Patience makes lighter / What sorrow may not heal. ("sed levius fit patientia quidquid corrigere est nefas")
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.
A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness.
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?