Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.

Honor women! they entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.

Where there is much freedom there is much error.

What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.

Art is difficult, transient is her reward.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than in the truth that is taught by life.