One's roused by this, another finds that fit: Each loves the play for what he brings to it.

Take care of your body with steadfast fidelity. The soul must see through these eyes alone, and if they are dim, the whole world is clouded.

Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.

Thought expands, but paralyzes; action animates, but narrows.

Do people conform to the instructions of us old ones? Each thinks he must know best about himself, and thus many are lost entirely.

Life is but a preparation for what there is to come.

Few men have imagination enough for reality.