-
Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
-
And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
-
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
-
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
-
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere.
-
I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
-
In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair - my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did.
-
An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace.
-
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
-
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
-
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen. Other pleasures fail us or wound us while they charm, but the pen we take up rejoicing and lay down with satisfaction, for it has the power to advantage not only its lord and master, but many others as well, even though they be far away - sometimes, indeed, though they be not born for thousands of years to come.
-
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
-
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
-
A good death does honour to a whole life.
-
Gold, silver, jewels, purple garments, houses built of marble, groomed estates, pious paintings, caparisoned steeds, and other things of this kind offer a mutable and superficial pleasure; books give delight to the very marrow of one's bones. They speak to us, consult with us, and join with us in a living and intense intimacy.
-
Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
-
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
-
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
-
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.
-
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
-
Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
-
Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
-
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
-
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances...