The rich become richer and the poor become poorer is a cry heard throughout the whole civilized world.
No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.
Fate hath no voice but the heart's impulse.
Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
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.