All love is sweet, given or received.
I am convinced that there can be no regeneration of mankind until laughter is put down.
Of Planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness.
That sweet sleep which medicines all pain.
Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave.
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.