No Man Can Ever Be Secure Until

Give Me Thy Light, And Fix My Eyes On Thee!

The Completely Simultaneous And Perfect Possession Of Unlimited Life At A Single Moment.

Nothing Is Miserable Unless You Think It So.

In Omni Adversitate Fortunæ, Infelicissimum Genus Est Infortunii Fuisse Felicem In Every Adversity Of Fortune, To Have Been Happy Is The Most Unhappy Kind Of Misfortune.

I Who Once Wrote Songs With Keen Delight Am Now By Sorrow Driven To Take Up Melancholy Measures. Wounded Muses Tell Me What I Must Write, And Elegiac Verses Bathe My Face With Real Tears. Not Even Terror Could Drive From Me These Faithful Companions Of My Long Journey. Poetry, Which Was Once The Glory Of My Happy And Flourishing Youth, Is Still My Comfort In This Misery Of My Old Age.