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.

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

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

One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.

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

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

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