But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.