Harmony is pure love, for love is complete agreement.

At one time they may be carbuncle stones, then coals, then diamonds, then flint stones, then morning dew, then tears.

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.

Dreaming of a to-morrow, which to-morrow, will be as distant then as 'tis to-day.

There is no greater glory than love, nor any great punishment than jealously.

Profits on the exchange are the treasures of goblins.

Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto.