A Loving Maiden Grows Unconsciously More Bold.

I Have Made As Much Out Of Myself As Could Be Made Of The Stuff, And No Man Should Require More.

The Burden Of Suffering Seems A Tombstone Hung About Our Necks, While In Reality It Is Only The Weight Which Is Necessary To Keep Down The Diver While He Is Hunting For Pearls.

A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.

Laughing Cheerfulness Throws The Light Of Day On All The Paths Of Life.

Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In The Distance They Look Black, Over Our Heads Scarcely Gray.