“A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not enough.”

As for a limit to one’s labors, I, for one, do not recognize any for a high-minded man, except that the labors themselves should lead to noble accomplishments.

For my part, I think that to a man of spirit there is no other aim and end of his labours except the labours themselves.

Glory crowns the deeds of those who expose themselves to toils and dangers.

Each moment free from fear makes a man immortal.

Upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all.

There are so many worlds, and I have not yet conquered even one.

There is nothing impossible to him who will try.

On their side more men are standing, on ours more will fight!

Every light is not the sun.

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

My whole life has been a hallow waste, a futile exercise, for no one at death can take anything with them!

When we give someone our time, we actually give a portion of our life that we will never take back

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another.

Let us conduct ourselves so that all men wish to be our friends and all fear to be our enemies.

My treasure lies in my friends .

There are no more worlds to conquer

Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.