Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

If happy I and wretched he, Perhaps the king would change with me.

Every age has its peculiar folly: Some scheme, project, or fantasy into which it plunges, spurred on by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the force of imitation.

There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.

Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?

There 's a good time coming, boys! A good time coming.

Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.