Antiquity is full of the praises of another antiquity still more remote.
It is not a mistress I have lost but half of myself, a soul for which my soul seems to have been made.
Constant happiness is the philosopher's stone of the soul.
History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up.
It is only through timidity that states are lost.
What a heavy burden is a name that has become too famous.