Few have greater riches than the joy That comes to us in visions, In dreams which nobody can take away.
To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.
The wise with hope support the pains of life.
No man on earth is truly free, All are slaves of money or necessity. Public opinion or fear of prosecution forces each one, against his conscience, to conform.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.