I am my own heaven and hell!
Stern is the visage of necessity.
Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.
There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.
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.
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.