We are all crazy when we are angry.
But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
Great pains were taken to hide chains with flowers
It's a good rule of thumb, it seems to me: if you're not allowed to see where something comes from, don't put it in your mouth.
To find truth completely is to realize oneself and one's destiny, i. e. to become perfect.
It's new and different every night. The charge you get from a good audience is like nothing else.