How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.

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

For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.

Love is the crowning grace of humanity.

I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying.

Virtue is health, vice is sickness.