One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.
Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.