Our life is made by the death of others.

...The world wouldn't be the world, without trouble.

Feathers shall raise men even as they do birds towards heaven :- That is by letters written with their quills.

You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand.

O Time with your teethy years! You swallow up all things little by little in a slow-motion, wrinkling process of dying.

If you put on more clothes as the cold increases, it will have no power to hurt you. Let us hope that.

Especially learn how to see.