Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.
Love and dignity do not dwell together.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.
Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.