There are evil spirits who suddenly fix their abode in man's unguarded breast, causing us to commit devilish deeds, and then, hurrying back to their native hell, leave behind the stings of remorse in the poisoned bosom.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.

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

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.

Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

Love guides the stars towards each other, the world plan endures only through love.