He is all fault who has no fault at all.
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.