I want my friend to miss me as long as I miss him.

To Carthage I came, where there sang all around my ears a cauldron of unholy loves.

We make ourselves a ladder out of our vices if we trample the vices themselves underfoot.

He that is jealous is not in love.

There is something in humility which strangely exalts the heart.

Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility.