'We are but dust and fire, too and to endure life's scorching; and love, like the shadow of a great rock, should lend shelter and refreshment, not to the lover only, but to his mistress and to the children that reward them; and their very friends should seek repose in the fringes of that peace.

Love is not love that cannot build a home.
And you call it love to grudge and quarrel and pick faults?
You call it love to thwart her to her face, and bandy insults?
Love!' 'Gotthold, you are unjust.

I was then fighting for my country,' said the Prince.
'Ay, and there's the worst of all,' returned the Doctor.

'You could not even see that you were wrong; that being where they were, retreat was ruin.' Why, you supported me!' cried Otto.
'I did.

I was a fool like you,' replied Gotthold.