Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.
One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
Whatever is beautiful is beautiful by necessity
Sweet is war to those who know it not.
A thing said walks in immortality if it has been said well.
Humble in a humble state and great in greatness, I will work out the divinity that is busy within my mind.