Poetry comes fine spun from a mind at peace.
To arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.
All things change; nothing perishes.
Everything changes, nothing perishes.
I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.
Most safely shall you tread the middle path.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
What is now reason was formerly impulse or instinct.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
God himself helps those who dare.
It’s a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.
Nothing is stronger than habit.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping.
Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
She made up prayers and said them, Worshipping unknown gods with unknown singing, Her customary magic, which would cover The white moon
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
An anthill increases by accumulation. Medicine is consumed by distribution. That which is feared lessens by association. This is the thing to understand.
Everything comes gradually and at its appointed hour.
If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.
My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.
The heavier crop is ever in others’ fields.
What is without periods of rest will not endure.
Bear patiently with a rival.
Greatly he failed, but he had greatly dared.
It’s right to learn, even from the enemy.
Nowadays nothing but money counts: a fortune brings honors, friendships; the poor man everywhere lies low.
There is a god within us.
A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.
He whom all hate all wish to see destroyed.
Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.
To live well is to live concealed.
Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.
If you would be loved, be lovable.
My purpose is to tell of bodies that have been changed into shapes of different kinds.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.
What makes men indifferent to their wives is that they can see them when they please.
Beauty is a fragile gift.
Habits change into character.
Jupiter from on high smiles at the perjuries of lovers.
Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.
There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.
