If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.

I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.

For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil sub-stance.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.