How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.
All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
Happy is he who dares courageously to defend what he loves.
If he should love deny him what he loves!
Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.