Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.
The world is fleeting; all things pass away; Or is it we that pass and they that stay?
The only business of the historian is to relate things exactly as they are: this he can never do as long as he is afraid
The happy think a lifetime short, but to the unhappy one night can be an eternity.
Dancing is as old as love.
The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.