Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.
Art is the daughter of freedom.
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.
A healthy nature needs no God or immortality
The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.
His saying was: live and let live.