God has given us speech in order that we may say pleasant things to our friends, and tell bitter truths to our enemies.
He only profits from praise who values criticism.
Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.
The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.
I have never seen an ass who talked like a human being, but I have met many human beings who talked like asses.
Perhaps already I am dead, And these perhaps are phantoms vain; - These motley phantasies that pass At night through my disordered brain. Perhaps with ancient heathen shapes, Old faded gods, this brain is full; Who, for their most unholy rites, Have chosen a dead poet's skull.