The good is the beautiful.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
If someone separated the art of counting and measuring and weighing from all the other arts, what was left of each (of the others) would be, so to speak, insignificant.
If you are willing to reflect on the courage and moderation of other people, you will find them strange.
Knowledge which is acquired under compulsion obtains no hold on the mind.
I must yield to you, for you are irresistible.