A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.
'Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; the loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.
