Love in its essence is spiritual fire.
—Lucius Annaeus Seneca
If you wished to be loved, love.
While we are postponing, life speeds by.
The less we deserve good fortune, the more we hope for it.
All art is but imitation of nature.
No man was ever wise by chance.
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.
Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness.
He who is brave is free.
The greatest remedy for anger is delay.
For greed all nature is too little.