The days that make us happy make us wise

I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth; / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.

And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.

All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.

There are few earthly things more beautiful than a university a place where those who hate ignorance may strive to know, where those who perceive truth may strive to make others see.

It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.

God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.