We don't have a biography.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
With renunciation life begins.
Whatever the scientists may say, if we take the supernatural out of life, we leave only the unnatural.
Spiritual favors are not always to be looked for, and not always to be relied on.
Old age is the verdict of life.
This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.