The sad bee, devastated fauna and flora, produces bitter honey.
Who will one day say that there is reason in things done from the heart? And who will say that there is no reason?
Renato Russo
The life of a nation, like that of an individual, is a perpetual ruin, a sequence of collapses, an endless expansion of misery and crime.
Anatole France
Fortune smiles on the strong.
Terence
Idyll IX Dreams go, through the night of the plains, looking for the meaning of your words: very lofty, without reach, absent, in the same anachronism that does not have...
Clebson Moura Leal
The wise man is enough for himself, but he prefers friendship.
Seneca