The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare be!

The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we musicians know.

Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar.

Having your fate rest in the hands of a jury is the same as entrusting yourself to surgery with a mentally retarded doctor.

When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.