Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.
In recounting our woes, we often soothe them.
Ambition becomes displeasing when it is once satiated; there is a reaction; and as our spirit, till our last sigh, is always aiming toward some object, it falls back on itself, having nothing else on which to rest; and having reached the summit, it longs to descend.
One is often guilty by being too just.
I am young, it is true; but in noble souls valor does not wait for years.
How delicious is pleasure after torment!