“It’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net whose cords and knots are strong; but even so, enmeshed, entangled, you can still get out unless, poor fool, you stand in your own way.”

For out of doubt In these affairs ’tis each man’s will itself That gives the start, and hence throughout our limbs Incipient motions are diffused.

The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.

The water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.

What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?

Thus the sum Forever is replenished, and we live As mortals by eternal give and take. The nations wax, the nations wane away; In a brief space the generations pass, And like to runners hand the lamp of life One unto other.

All things around, convulsed with violent thunder, seem to tremble, and the mighty walls of the capacious world appear at once to have started and burst asunder.

So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.

And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from.

There can be no centre in infinity.

To none is life given in freehold; to all on lease.

How many evils has religion caused! [Lat., Tantum religio potuit suadere malorum!]

To ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.

Constant dripping hollows out a stone.

I’ll write my secrets in the sand next to driftwood and seashells then let the waves wash them away. Wishing forgetting was that easy. – secrets in the sand.

Not every day can be an easy one, nor every day fully happy; but even a day of tough going and difficulty can be a good day.

It’s easier to be original and foolish than original and wise.

Missing you is the cruelest thing I could do to my heart, and maybe that’s why I do it: its easier to hurt myself than love myself.

WHY IS IT so easy to repeat bad habits and so hard to form good ones?

It is much easier to make good men wise, than to make bad men good.

We can do nothing ourselves; God must do it. To speak to Him thus is easier by nature for woman than for man because a natural desire lives in her to give herself completely to someone.

If I wanted to make a quick buck, there’s far easier ways of doing it. What I want is to provoke people. If you want a hit song, all you need to do is rewrite an old song. It might have been proven to work, but you won’t be remembered the same way.