Painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks.

Author: Plutarch

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Courage stands halfway between cowardice and rashness, one of which is a lack, the other an excess of courage.

Neither blame or praise yourself.

The very spring and root of honesty and virtue lie in good education.

It is indeed a desirable thing to be well-descended but the glory belongs to our ancestors.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.