Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.
Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.
Alas! When duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.
In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.
Forgiveness is the finding again of a lost possession.
Nothing leads to good that is not natural.