He who moves not forward, goes backward.

Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light.

The few of understanding, vision rare, Who veiled not from the herd their hearts, but tried, Poor generous fools, to lay their feelings bare, Them have men always burnt and crucified.

Sowing is not as difficult as reaping.

Method will teach you to win time.

Confronted by outstanding merit, there is no way of saving one's ego except by love

And step by step, along the path of life, There's nothing true but Heaven.