Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Man is a rough-hewn and woman a finished product.

My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.