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

Fate's such a shrewish thing.

News as wholesome as the morning air.

Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.

Danger, the spur of all great minds.

For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.

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