The rules of prudence, like the laws of the stone tables, are for the most part prohibitive. "Thou shalt not" is their characteristic formula.

The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.

Everyone should have two or three hives of bees. Bees are easier to keep than a dog or a cat. They are more interesting than gerbils.

And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please.

Never can true courage dwell with them, Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look At their own vices.

A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation; but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind.