Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.

Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!

Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.

There is no caste in blood.

One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.