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.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.

How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!

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

Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

For virtue only finds eternal Fame.