It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
They build too low who build beneath the skies.
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.