When love is not madness, it is not love.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!
Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.
No virtue can be real that has not been tried. The gold in the crucible alone is perfect; the loadstone tests the steel, and the diamond is tried by the diamond, while metals gleam the brighter in the furnace.
In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it