Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of

Where Are The Numerous Constructions Erected By Agrippa, Of Which Only The Pantheon Remains? Where Are The Splendorous Palaces Of The Emperors?

I Would Have Preferred To Have Been Born In Any Other Time Than Our Own.

Sameness Is The Mother Of Disgust, Variety The Cure.

To Be Able To Say How Much Love, Is Love But Little.

Hitherto Your Eyes Have Been Darkened And You Have Looked Too Much, Yes, Far Too Much, Upon The Things Of Earth. If These So Much Delight You What Shall Be Your Rapture When You Lift Your Gaze To Things Eternal!