Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.
Age steals away all things, even the mind.
We can't all do everything.
She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.
In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.