At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.

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

What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?

Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.

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

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

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.