By faithful study of the nobler arts our natures softened and more gentle grows.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
Love is a credulous thing.
There is a god within us and we have intercourse with heaven. That spirit comes from abodes on high.
How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.
Time is the devourer of everything.
An evil life is a kind of death.
Be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.
The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.
Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.
Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.
Overlook our deeds since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.
Time the devourer of all things.
Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
It is annoying to be honest to no purpose.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
All things can corrupt when minds are prone to evil.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.
Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.