A small rock holds back a great wave.

A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

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.

His native home deep imag'd in his soul.

A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.