To save all we must risk all.

Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

Freedom exists only with power.

Innocence has a friend in heaven.

When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the life-glance of the sun. The germs which perished to the eye within the cold breast of the earth spring up with joy in the bright realm of day.

A virtuous name is the precious only good, for which queens and peasants' wives must contest together.