The truth of truths is love.
Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.
The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.