My body is but the lees of my better being.
flight from tyranny does not of itself insure a safe asylum, far less a happy home.
He knows himself, and all that's in him, who knows adversity.
Praise when merited is not a boon: yet to a generous nature, is it pleasant to utter it.
Beneath those stars is a universe of gliding monsters.
Lo! ye believers in gods all goodness, and in man all ill, lo you! see the omniscient gods oblivious of suffering man; and man, though idiotic, and knowing not what he does, yet full of the sweet things of love and gratitude.