If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.

For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.

No one who errs unwillingly is evil.

You would rouse to anger a heart of stone.

What you can't enforce, do not command.

Many are the wonders of the world, and none so wonderful as man.

Whoever gets up and comes to grips with Love like a boxer is a fool.