Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.
Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Light is the symbol of truth.
If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.