Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.
Gray hairs are death's blossoms.
Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.
Satisfy a few to please many is bad.
Votes should be weighed not counted.
I have enjoyed the happiness of the world; I have loved.