A wise man travels to discover himself.
Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.
What a man pays for bread and butter is worth its market value, and no more. What he pays for love's sake is gold indeed, which has a lure for angels' eyes, and rings well upon God's touchstone.
Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.