Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t'have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

Be free all worthy spirits, and stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.

News as wholesome as the morning air.

Love is Natures second sun.

Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.

Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.

Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.