To our own sorrows serious heed we give, But for another?s we soon cease to grieve.
O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.
Sweet is war to those who know it not.
The present will not long endure.
Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.
May God grant me love for that which has splendor; but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.