“What use would wings be to a man bound in iron fetters?”

They would only drive him to even greater despair.

After a prosperous, but to me very wearisome, voyage, we came at last into port.

Because it appears to me a hazardous thing to exchange my soul for my shadow.

In this watering-place I acted an heroic character, badly studied; and being a novice on such a stage,

Hope roves in a future of fame and wealth.

Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?

In pain a new time is born.

When I spoke, I was listened to; and I was at a loss to know how I had so easily acquired the art of commanding attention, and giving the tone to the conversation.

On recovering my senses

In pain is a new time born.

Immediately on landing I got together my few effects; and, squeezing myself through the crowd,

I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me.

I will give you three days to seek your shadow.

A person without a shadow should keep out of the sun, that is the only safe and rational plan.

went into the nearest and humblest inn which first met my gaze.

All possible means were used by the infatuated parents to conclude the bargain; and deception put an end to these usual artifices.

She is the storm and the rainbow that comes after.

The language of silence is the language of God, the language of silence is the language of the heart.

It is customary these days to ignore what should be done in favour of what pleases us.

You have eaten a meal dangerously seasoned.

Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

A hypocrite is the kind of politician who would cut down a redwood tree

It is not even a protection if it means nothing more than freedom to stagnate, to live without dreams

The true story of every person in this world is not the story you see, the external story. The true story of each person is the journey of his or her heart.