He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.