It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.

We all scribble poetry.

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.

A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker.

Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.

Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.