We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.

Secrecy is for the happy,--misery, hopeless misery, needs no veil; under a thousand suns it dares act openly.

If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine. - Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller.

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays.

The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.