“It is the poor man who’ll ever count his flock.”

I am a shipwrecked man who fears every sea.

Not knowing what he sees, he adores the sight; That false face fools and fuels his delight.

There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.

At times it is folly to hasten at other times, to delay. The wise do everything in its proper time.

God himself helps those who dare.

You will go most safely by the middle way.

All things change; nothing perishes.

There is a certain pleasure in weeping.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man’s brow.

Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.

First appearance deceives many.

A prince should be slow to punish, and quick to reward.

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

Only super-efforts count.

I’m counting every heartbeat to tell you how much life you give to me.

I live in the USSR, work actively and count naturally on the worker and peasant spectator. If I am not comprehensible to them I should be deported.

He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.

How you played in yesterday’s game is all that counts.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.

The only way to avoid being unhappy is to close yourself up in Art and to count for nothing all the rest.

One has to be able to count if only so that at fifty one doesn’t marry a girl of twenty.