Do nothing secretly; for Time sees and hears all things, and discloses all.
Every wind is fare when we are flying from misfortune.
There is no such thing as the old age of the wise.
Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.
Reason is God's crowning gift to man.
The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.