Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.