I live not in myself, but I become portion of that around me; and to me, high mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; my greatest grief is that I leave no thing that claims a tear.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state; an hour may lay it in the dust.
