“Rumor starts as a timid thing, But soon it covers the earth, and its voices ring, While its feet walk the ground and its head is above the clouds.”

As it spreads, the rumor gains strength.

Spare the meek, but subdue the arrogant.

The noblest motive is the public good.

Let me rage before I die.

The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all.

No other evil we know is faster than Rumor.

No other evil we know is faster than Rumor.

Death twitches my ear, live he says – I am coming.

A shifty, fickle object is woman, always.

Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

When gods are contrary they stand by no one.

Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.

They can because they think they can.

Fortune sides with him who dares.

No benefits can be expected from war.

I thought religion would make me live with my head in the clouds, but as often as not, it grounds me in this world.

Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.

I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds – a split second’s enough for them to start being something else.

Between holding on and letting go october discerns october knows, that life lurks between the clouds of death and death breathes with every rebirth.

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, – No night but hath its morn.

I think if you’re an interesting person, you don’t have to cloud yourself in mystery for people to want to know more about you.

In the hour of adversity be not without hope, for crystal rain falls from black clouds.

Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.