If all these devils really exist it proves there must be angels, too.
Do not hurry; do not rest.
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.
If you want to make life easy, make it hard.
Whoever aspiring, struggles on, for him there is salvation.
Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.