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