From a small spark, Great flame has risen.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Thou shall know by experience how salt the savor is of others' bread, and how sad a path it is to climb and descend another's stairs.
O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.
Beauty awakens the soul to act.