Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

At every single moment of one's life one is what one is going to be no less than what one has been.

And once, or twice, to throw the dice is a gentlemanly game, But he does not win who plays with Sin in the secret house of shame

Immanuel isn't a pun; he Kant be!

Don't use big words. They mean so little.

Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.