The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.
Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.
It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.
I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.
I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.