The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.

In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it

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

When love is not madness, it is not love.

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.

For man's greatest crime is to have been born.

Restless sunflower; cease to move.