Love is no assignment for cowards.
Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.
Nothing is stronger than habit.
What is without periods of rest will not endure.
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him to save a fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired in no better way.
At times it is folly to hasten at other times, to delay. The wise do everything in its proper time.
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.
Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.
Those gifts are ever more precious which the giver has made precious.
The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
An injury may prove a blessing.
All things change, nothing is extinguished. There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.
Friendship is but a name; fidelity but an empty name.
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.
Make the workmanship surpass the materials.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.