Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at all functions, festivals, or feasts he looks out with the same nice self-composure.

All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.

All just laws condemn cruelty.