Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.