In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.
Being good is easy, what is difficult is being just.
Years place at last a venerable crown upon a head.
Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.
He had, they said, tasted in succession all the apples of the tree of knowledge, and, whether from hunger or disgust, had ended by tasting the forbidden fruit.
If you don't build castles in the air you won't build anything on the ground.