Folks never understand the folks they hate.

His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.

Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.

Light is the symbol of truth.

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass represents him.

In the parliament of the present every man represents a constituency of the past.