When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.
The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.
Nations and empires flourish and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey.
The more highminded a man is the more easily is his anger appeased.
To wish is of little account; to succeed you must earnestly desire; and this desire must shorten thy sleep.