The ox suffers, the cart complains.

Take all reasonable advantage of that which the present may offer you. It is the only time which is ours. Yesterday is buried forever, and to-morrow we may never see.

At the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry

This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.

A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.

Dry happiness is like dry bread. We eat, but we do not dine. I wish for the superfluous, for the useless, for the extravagant, for the too much, for that which is not good for anything.

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.