 Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge. |
| The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise. |
| O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault! |
| The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come. |
| Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, and now that, and changes name as it changes direction. |
| I love to doubt as well as know. |
| In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost. |
| From a little spark may burst a flame. |
| Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal. |
| Beauty awakens the soul to act. |
