The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.

The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.

Talents are nurtured best in solitude, But character on life's tempestuous seas!

Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.

Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.

The people who are absent are the ideal; those who are present seem to be quite commonplace.

Plunge boldly into the thick of life!