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.
Love is no assignment for cowards.
Everything changes, nothing is lost.
It is prudence that first forsakes the wretched.
It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.
Thy destiny is only that of man, but thy aspirations may be those of a god.