I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

We live and move and think; but we are not the creators of our own origin and existence. We are not the arbiters of every motion of our own complicated nature; we are not the masters of our own imaginations and moods of mental being.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.

Religion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest earth with demons, hell with men, And heaven with slaves!

In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.

What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!