Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!

I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.

For style beyond the genius never dares.

Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.

It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.

Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.