Love fed fat soon turns to boredom.
Only the mind cannot be sent into exile.
Thy destiny is only that of man, but thy aspirations may be those of a god.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
God gave man an upright countenance to survey the heavens, and to look upward to the stars.
We must improve our time; time goes with rapid foot.