The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet
Every sweet has its sour; every evil its good
They (the days) come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party; but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away
Enthusiasm is the mother of effort, and without it nothing great was ever achieved
It is the ignorant and childish part of man that is the fighting part
Each of the arts whose office is to refine, purify, adorn, embellish and grace life is under the patronage of a muse, no god being found worthy to preside over them
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.