To know, to think, to dream. That is everything.
The malicious have a dark happiness.
I'm not in the world to guard my own life, but to guard souls
Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.
My greatness does not extend to this shelf.
The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.