The sole equality on earth is death.
None but the brave and beautiful can love.
Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.
All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.