Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.