Book: Quo Vadis. Page 2

If life can be compared to a stream, my stream is water - continuous alarm.

And remember always that marble, though most expensive, worthless, and that the true value he receives only when it was turned into a miracle of art the hand of the sculptor. Be thou such a sculptor... it's not Enough only love, you can love and you should be able to teach love. After all, the pleasure experienced and the plebeian, and even animals, but the real man is actually from them and all different, what draws love into a noble art and, enjoying it, knows it, understands it of the divine essence, and thereby nourishes not only the body but also the soul.

Love gives itself, and takes away.

... As the light comes from the sun, and happiness comes from love.

I never even thought possible such love. I thought only the fire in the blood Yes, a hankering, and only now I see that it is possible to love every drop of blood, every breath of his and yet to feel such infinite, such a sweet peace, like thy soul was lulled in sleep and death.

Want these my hands, which now embrace only air, might embrace her and pressed to the chest. Want to breathe her breath. Want to have her in my house as long as my head does not turn white, as the top Soracte in the winter.

He would rather lose his eyes than not to see her, to lose your life than to leave it. It was in his soul, so he will keep it, as his own soul.

A beautiful woman should always be worth your weight in gold, but the one that still loves, not at all prices.

Happiness is always where a man sees it.

Of death do not think, for she herself thinks about us without our help.

Wealth, fame, power - all that smoke, vanity! Rich will meet even more of the rich, glorious outshine someone else, even greater glory, the mighty prevail against more powerful. But unless the Emperor himself or any of the gods can experience more pleasure, to be happier than a simple mortal at the moment when at his breast breathes dear to him, Breasts or when he kisses beloved lips? Because love makes us divine...

Let the whole world and life is mired in evil, one the good will remain forever young!

The world stands on deceit, and his whole life was a Mirage.

Some things in the world is beautiful, but the people are mostly so insignificant that they regret, life is not worth it. Who knew how to live should be able to die.