The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.
As the mind of each man is conscious of good or evil, so does he conceive within his breast hope or fear, according to his actions.
Art lies by its own artifice.
Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.
All things change, nothing is extinguished. There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.