Nothing is worth more than this day. You cannot relive yesterday. Tomorrow is still beyond your reach.
I know nothing more mocking than a devil that despairs.
We can redeem anyone who strives unceasingly.
No prudent antagonist thinks light of his adversaries.
What then is your duty? What the day demands.
Love has the tendency of pressing together all the lights - all the rays emitted from the beloved object by the burning-glass of fantasy, - into one focus, and making of them one radiant sun without any spots.