It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.
The mob has nothing to lose, everything to gain.
While man's desires and aspirations stir he cannot choose but err.
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
From desire I plunge to its fulfilment, where I long once more for desire.
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.