We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.
Though the strength is lacking, yet the willingness is commendable.
For in this strange anatomy we wear, the head has greater powers than the hand; the spirit, heart, and mind are over all.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.
Whilst you are prosperous you can number many friends; but when the storm comes you are left alone.