For the poet is a light winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses and the mind is no longer with him. When he has not attained this state he is powerless and unable to utter his oracles.
Only the dead will know the end of the war.
You can't do good if you don't feel good.
A grateful mind is a great mind which eventually attracts to itself great things.
Be kind, for everyone is having a hard battle.
The real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.