He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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!
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call today his own.
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.