Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.
Change your opinions, keep to your principles; change your leaves, keep intact your roots.
. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.
God made only water, but man made wine.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.