From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.
To touch is to give life.
Trifles make perfection but perfection is not a trifle
So take care of your life and take notice and be observant, for the number of widows is always far greater than the number of widowers.
If you knew how much work went into it, you wouldn't call it genius.
Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire, I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside, and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?