A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

The well heeded well heard.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’.

They yearn for what they fear for.

Often a retrospect delights the mind.