Every second is of infinite value.
There speaks the man of truly noble ways, Who will not listen to the words of praise. In modesty averse, and with deaf ears, He acts as though the others were his peers.
Only the heart without a stain knows ease.
Merely to breathe freely does not mean to live.
Nothing is so atrocious as fancy without taste.
Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.