A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!
If you don't feel it, you'll never achieve it.
One that does not think to highly of himself is more than he thinks.
If youth is a fault, it is one that one gets rid of soon enough.
No limit, no definition, may restrict the range or depth of the human spirit's passage into its own secrets or the world's.
Human life-everybody lives it, but only to a few is it known.