Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.
Music is the pathway to the heart.
If mankind were born tomorrow it would divide into groups; each would scramble to invent their one and only god, and set about butchering each-other.
History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.
Friendship is the marriage of the soul, and this marriage is liable to divorce.
My life's dream has been a perpetual nightmare.