Deep meaning lies often in childish play.
I feel an army in my fist.
Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.
In the case of a creative mind, it seems to me, the intellect has withdrawn its watchers from the gates, and the ideas rush in pell-mell and only then does it review and inspect the multitudes.
He cannot complain of a hard sentence, who is made master of his own fate.
Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.