A deep meaning often lies in old customs.
Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.
Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.
What is life without the radiance of love?
What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.
Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.