Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
Pride is innate in beauty, and haughtiness is the companion of the fair.
Let ancient times delight other folk, I rejoice that I was not born till now.
Rest strengthens the body, the mind too is thus supported; but unremitting toil destroys both.
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius.
The burden becomes light that is shared by love.