Death is better than disease.

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.