Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.
Friedrich SchillerHave Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.
Friedrich SchillerAs freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.
Friedrich Schiller