Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?

Every gift which is given, even though is be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection

Mankind is a dream of a shadow.

Whatever is beautiful is beautiful by necessity

Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth.

For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.

War is sweet to those who never tried it.