All things can corrupt perverse minds.
Love is a thing full of anxious fears.
The love of fame puts spurs to the mind
Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them.
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.
Time, motion and wine cause sleep.
Most safely shall you tread the middle path.
Presents, believe me, seduce both men and gods.
The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.
Money nowadays is money; money brings office; money gains friends; everywhere the poor man is down. [Lat., In pretio pretium nunc est; dat census honores, Census amicitias; pauper ubique jacet.]
Every lover is a soldier. (Love is a warfare.) [Lat., Militat omnis amans.]
It is no less a feat to keep what you have, than to increase it. In one there is chance, the other will be a work of art.
Enhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.
You who seek an end of love, love yields to business: be busy, and you will be safe.
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker. [Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna Sommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.]
We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws. [Lat., Tendimus huc omnes; metam properamus ad unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas.]
Adde, quod ingénues didicisse fideliter artes Emollit mores, nec sinit esse fervos. To be instructed in the arts, softens the manners and makes men gentle.
There is a divinity within our breast.
It is the act of a coward to wish for death.
That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.
Simplicity, very rare in our age.
God himself favors the brave.
Either attempt it not, or succeed.
It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.
You start in April and cross to the time of May One has you as it leaves, one as it comes Since the edges of these months are yours and defer To you, either of them suits your praises. The Circus continues and the theatre's lauded palm, Let this song, too, join the Circus spectacle.
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