Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Art is the child of Nature.
The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.