Our busy age does not always have time to read, but it always has time to look.
Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!
The years I have squandered in puerile excitement, in going hither and thither, in seeking to force nature and time, I ought to have spent in solitude and meditation, in endeavoring to make myself worthy of being loved.
Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.
Brevity never fatigues; therefore, brevity is always a welcome guest.
Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage.