Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.

Virtue Is No Empty Echo.

A Virtuous Name Is The Precious Only Good, For Which Queens And Peasants' Wives Must Contest Together.

The Zeal Of Friends It Is That Razes Me, And Not The Hate Of Enemies.

It Is Not Flesh And Blood, But Heart Which Makes Us Fathers And Sons.