Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.
A good death does honour to a whole life.
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.