“Until death it is all life.”

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.

Many littles make a much.

My heart is wax molded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.

Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.

Where there’s music there can be no evil.

It is courage that vanquishes in war, and not good weapons.

Love is invisible and comes and goes where it wants, without anyone asking about it.

Tell me what company thou keepest and I’ll tell thee what thou art.

There were no embraces, because where there is great love there is often little display of it.

Facts are the enemy of truth.

Where one door shuts another opens.

Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.

Diligence is the mother of good fortune, and idleness, its opposite, never brought a man to the goal of any of his best wishes.

History is the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instructor of the present, and monitor to the future.

It is one thing to praise discipline, and another to submit to it.

Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be.

When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.

Death is a stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to “die before you die” and find that there is no death.

When my body dies one day or the next, I drift away from it, merge with the air, and with a divine timing I travel back into another human form and continue to discover the life I am.

The memories won’t die but I will.

I do not fear death. But I do, a deathbed regret. Life is a blink of an eye. One day forever closed, lest you forget.

To be struck with a force you cannot match if not death it must be love.

The death of imagination is the end of all possibility.

Arrogance can lead to death.