Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher.
Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.
How glorious it is - and also how painful - to be an exception.
Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!" This has been the cry of all cities to man.
What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.
Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.