“Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.”

It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.

A good death does honour to a whole life.

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.

Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

It is better to will the good than to know the truth.

Continued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.

I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.

Virtue is health, vice is sickness.

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.

How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.

An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?

I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.

And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!

I have taken pride in others, never in myself.

You are like spring gone too soon but keeps me dreaming.

Endings are just new beginnings in the shape of pain and despair.

True love never has a happy ending, because there is no ending to true love.

Follow the dream until the end you’ll find me waiting there.

Her stories always ended with three dots, sounding like an unfinished melody; she hoped he would guess the rest.

We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.

Of this, i am certain, my heart begins and ends with him.

In the end, when it’s over, all that matters is what you’ve done.