The very aim and end of our institutions is just this: that we may think what we like and say what we think.

A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.

A person is always startled when he hears himself seriously called an old man for the first time.

For nothing burns with such amazing speed, As the dry sticks of a religious creed.

Death tugs at my ear and says, 'Live. I am coming.