Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.