Hidden knowledge differs little from ignorance.
Everything, virtue, glory, honor, things human and divine, all are slaves to riches.
Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
What does it avail you, if of many thorns only one be removed.
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
Make a good use of the present.