I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

The love of country is more powerful than reason itself.

A boar is often held by a not-so-large dog.

When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.

Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.

Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.

Art lies by its own artifice.