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.

No one thinks of how much blood it costs.

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’.

I wept not — so to stone I grew within.

Will cannot be quenched against its will.

Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.