The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.