“And no renown can render you well-known: For if you think that fame can lengthen life By mortal famousness immortalized, The day will come that takes your fame as well, And there a second death for you awaits.”

Music is so naturally united with us that we cannot be free from it – even if we so desired.

The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.

Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.

The completely simultaneous and perfect possession of unlimited life at a single moment.

The good is the end toward which all things tend.

Love binds people too, in matrimony’s sacred bonds where chaste lovers are met, and friends cement their trust and friendship. How happy is mankind, if the love that orders the stars above rules, too, in your hearts.

In every kind of adversity, the bitterest part of a man’s affliction is to remember that he once was happy.

Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.

You know when you have found your prince because you not only have a smile on your face but in your heart as well. Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy in a heart. Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

For in every ill-turn of fortune the most unhappy sort of unfortunate man is the one who has been happy

Man is so constituted that he then only excels other things when he knows himself.

Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.

A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.

A person is an individual substance of a rational nature.

For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

I don’t believe in life after death. But I do believe in some grinding destiny that watches over us on earth. If I didn’t, the safety valve would give and the boiler would explode.

I want to die with my high heels on, still in action.

Call no man happy before he dies.

The happiness of the drop is to die in the river.

When a man begins to feel that he is the only one who can lead in this republic, he is guilty of treason to the spirit of our institutions.

The only way you can become a legend is in your coffin

The death of one is a tragedy, but death of a million is just a statistic.

Before a man dies, hold back and call him not happy but lucky.