No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.
The history of the world is the world's court of justice.
Appearance rules the world.
Great souls suffer in silence.
A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.
If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.