It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
Make the workmanship surpass the materials.
The spirits run riot in youth.
Although they posses enough, and more than enough still they yearn for more.
It is annoying to be honest to no purpose.