There is no caste in blood.
For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.