Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.