Friend, many and many a dream is mere confusion a cobweb of no consequence at all. Two gates for ghostly dreams there are: One gateway of honest horn, and one of ivory. Issuing by the ivory gate are dreams of glimmering illusion, fantasies, but those that come through solid polished horn may be borne out, if mortals only know them.

And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.

The hearts of great men can be changed.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.

The internet wasn't created for mockery, it was supposed to help researchers at different universities share data sets. It was!