All truth is profound.
Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease.
Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet the angel must hang!
There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is.
I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself
Any appellative at all savouring of arbitrary rank is unsuitable to a man of liberal and catholic mind.