Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.
A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.
It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.
What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.
Weep, for the light is dead.
It does not prove a thing to be right because the majority say it is so.