God'll send the bill to you.

To have greatly dreamed precludes low ends.

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.

Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.

To be young is surely the best, if the most precarious, gift of life.

Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.

As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,So nobleness enkindleth nobleness.