Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living. |
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. |
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after. |
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly? Topics: Love Is |
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. |
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly. |
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you. |
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them. |
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. |
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal. |
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone. |
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself. |
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results. |
Terror made me cruel. |
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. |
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide. |
Honest people don't hide their deeds. |