A noble soul spreads even over a face in which the architectonic beauty is wanting an irresistible grace, and a often even triumphs over the natural disfavor.

Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms.

Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake its all on its honor.

Where there is much freedom there is much error.

What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.

The May of life blooms once and never again.