He who has two languages has two souls.
The idle mind knows not what it wants.
The ape, vilest of beasts, how like to us.
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.