Be it jewel or toy, not the prize gives the joy, but the striving to win the prize.
The things which must be must be for the best.
The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.
There is a pleasure that is born of pain.
Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!
The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.