I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.