He is fortunate who had been able to learn the causes of things. -Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Maybe one day we shall be glad to remember even these hardships.
Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.
Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.
Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.