The life of which meaning one never ponders is not worth living
Is it not, then, better to be ridiculous and friendly than clever and hostile?
Beloved Pan and all ye other gods who haunt this place, give me beauty in the inward soul; and may the outward and the inward man be one.
It seems that God took away the minds of poets that they might better express His.
People learn more on their own rather than being force fed.
Malice drinketh up the greater part of its own poison.