A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.
Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.
May God grant me love for that which has splendor; but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.
Men are the dreams of a shadow.
Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.
Humble in a humble state and great in greatness, I will work out the divinity that is busy within my mind.