The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
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.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
The truth of truths is love.
None but the brave and beautiful can love.
If all were rich, gold would be penniless.