One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is love.

Author: Sophocles

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A man growing old becomes a child again.

How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes, even for a short time.

Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.

All a man's affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils by evils.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.