That man is thought a dangerous knave, Or zealot plotting crime, Who for advancement of his kind Is wiser than his time.
He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.
I would like to have a second chance at my first love.
A man is in no danger so long as he talks his love; but to write it is to impale himself on his own pothooks.
Religion is in the heart, not in the knees.
Etiquette has no regard for moral qualities.