I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.

Men should not care too much for good looks; neglect is becoming.

Nothing is swifter than our years.

Good hope is often beguiled by her own augury.

Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.

Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.

I see and praise what is better, but follow what is worse.