That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow.

I am above being injured by fortune, though she steals away much, more will remain with me. The blessing I now enjoy transcend fear.

Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.

Pedigree and ancestry and what we ourselves have not achieved, I scarcely recognize as our own.

It is no less a feat to keep what you have, than to increase it. In one there is chance, the other will be a work of art.

Do not believe hastily.

Happy is he who dares courageously to defend what he loves.