I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
Everyone asks if a man is rich, no one if he is good.
What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.
Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave.
When good men die their goodness does not perish.
Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.