Happy is he who dares courageously to defend what he loves.
Love is a credulous thing.
Rest strengthens the body, the mind too is thus supported; but unremitting toil destroys both.
Pursuits become habits.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.
No thanks attach to a kindness long deferred.