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

The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.

These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.

Borrowed garments never keep one warm.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.

Light is the symbol of truth.