Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Love is a thing full of anxious fears.

All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the stars and his gaze upon the sky.

No thanks attach to a kindness long deferred.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

Make the workmanship surpass the materials.

Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.