Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

Life is the jailer, death the angel sent to draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.

To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.