Truth never hurt the teller.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.