For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.
He is gifted with genius who knoweth much by natural inspiration.
Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.
Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.
A thing said walks in immortality if it has been said well.
If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.