Perceive ye not that we are worms, designed To form the angelic butterfly, that goes To judgment, leaving all defence behind? Why doth your mind take such exalted pose, Since ye, disabled, are as insects, mean As worm which never transformation knows?

He who shall never be divided from me kissed my mouth all trembling.

Mankind is at its best when it is most free.

I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.

Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.