I was a king and a king's heir and now I am a slave.
What keeps the democracy alive at all but the hatred of excellence; the desire of the base to see no head higher than their own?
Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.
By her shining and her power he knew her.
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
It gives me no joy to be praised at the expense of a better artist, by someone who does not know the difference or who thinks me too vain to be aware of it myself.