Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.

I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.

Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.

The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.

Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind

We of the craft are all crazy.