While I am sane I shall compare nothing to the joy of a friend.
Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg, never quits his track.
Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
It's a good thing to be foolishly gay once in a while.
What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.