Even now I am full of hope, but the end lies in God.
Sweet is war to those who know it not.
Whatever is beautiful is beautiful by necessity
Even success softens not the heart of the envious.
Time is the turning over of days, works change for better or worse.
The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.