Reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood.
The pen has shaken nations.
Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?
As frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to friendship; for confidence cannot dwell where selfishness is porter at the gate.
The mines of knowledge are often laid bare by the hazel-wand of chance.
Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.