He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.

Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?

Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.

Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.