A short absence is the safest.
O ye gods! what thick encircling darkness blinds the minds of men!
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
Well has he lived who has lived well in obscurity.
Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.