Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.

And if my present deeds are foolish in thy sight, it may be that a foolish judge arraigns my folly.

There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.

Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.

Fortune is not on the side of the faint-hearted.

No more shall ye behold such sights of woe, deeds I have suffered and myself have wrought; henceforward quenched in darkness shall ye see those ye should ne'er have seen; now blind to those whom, when I saw, I vainly yearned to know.

Kindness it is that brings forth kindness always.