Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances

How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!

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

Reality is always the foe of famous names.

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