As the shadow in early morning, is friendship with the wicked; it dwindles hour by hour. But friendship with the good increases, like the evening shadows, till the sun of life sets.

What destiny sends, bear! Whoever perseveres will be crowned.

To think what is true, to sense what is beautiful and to want what is good, hereby the spirit finds purpose of a life in reason.

We live in a world we ourselves create.

It is easier to make a lady of a peasant-girl than a peasant-girl of a lady.

The roots of the deepest love die in the heart, if not tenderly cherished.

It is a hard but good law of fate, that as every evil, so every excessive power, wears itself out.