Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
And may I live the remainder of my life ... for myself; may there be plenty of books and many years' store of the fruits of the earth!
Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.
The man is either mad, or he is making verses.
Begin, be bold and venture to be wise.
