True knowledge comes only through suffering.
Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!
May the good God pardon all good men.
The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.
The plague of gold strikes far and near.
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.