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.— Petrarch
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Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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.
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.
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence;
and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment.
So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one.
Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
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.
An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace.
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain.
Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.
Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
For style beyond the genius never dares.
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.
Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
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.
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
A good death does honour to a whole life.
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.
I have friends whose society is delightful to me;
they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.
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.
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there.
It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.