Such is the frailty of man that even where he makes the truest and most forcible impression in the memory, in the heart of his beloved, there also he must perish.

I wait for the morning of my tears

It is not enough to have knowledge; one must apply it. It is not enough to have wishes; one must also accomplish it.

I wish the crowd to feel itself well treated, Especially since it lives and lets me live.

When you praise someone you call yourself his equal.

We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.

From desire I plunge to its fulfilment, where I long once more for desire.