“There can be no centre in infinity.”

Men are eager to tread underfoot what they have once too much feared.

Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.

For thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.

Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.

Some species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.

So it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.

It is a pleasure for to sit at ease Upon the land, and safely for to see How other folks are tossed on the seas That with the blustering winds turmoiled be.

It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.

Life is one long struggle in the dark.

The mask is torn off, while the reality remains

Confess then, naught from nothing can become, Since all must have their seeds, wherefrom to grow, Wherefrom to reach the gentle fields of air.

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?

Impatience for victory guarantees defeat.

Today I learned how to bake mean banana bread.

In a photo shoot, you have to be very comfortable in your own skin.

Nothing is as dangerous as an ignorant friend; a wise enemy is to be preferred.

And sometimes, from their envy of each other’s special abilities they become inspired to work harder, persist and achieve.

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.

Between you and me only reason will be the judge … since you proceed according to the rational method, so shall I. …

They could recognize each other’s style by their dots and dashes. They called that the “fist.” St. George, they have a fist.