Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge .

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.

Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.