Born in January 17, 1600 / Died in May 25, 1681 / Spain / Spanish
When love is not madness, it is not love.
But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth's sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.
'Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
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