Love is the reward of love.
Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.
It does not prove a thing to be right because the majority say it is so.
Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.
A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.
No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.