What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well a half an hour?
Every sweet has its sour; every evil its good.
But I shall hear without pain, that I play the courtier very ill, and talk of that which I do not well understand.
I think we must get rid of slavery or we must get rid of freedom.
My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.
I feel the same truth how often in my trivial conversation with my neighbours, that somewhat higher in each of us overlooks this by-play, and Jove nods to Jove from behind each of us.