Unsung, the noblest deed will die.
Even success softens not the heart of the envious.
My God grant me love for that which has splendor, but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.
O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.
Men are the dreams of a shadow.
Even now I am full of hope, but the end lies in God.