The glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the Divine mind sown in man.
When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
Occupy yourself, and you will be out of harm's way.
Where crime is taught from early years, it becomes a part of nature.
Good hope is often beguiled by her own augury.