Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.

While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.

I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.

Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!

Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.

The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.

It is better to will the good than to know the truth.