And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.
Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.
Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.