A pleasing countenance is no light advantage.

Venus is kind to creatures as young as we;We know not what we do, and while we're youngWe have the right to live and love like gods.

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.

Enhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.

Only the mind cannot be sent into exile.

The burden becomes light that is shared by love.

Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]