Word which the finger of God has written on the brow of every man — hope!
Never laugh at those who suffer; suffer sometimes those who laugh.
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.
We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.
Sire, you are looking at a plain man, and I am looking at a great man. Each of us may benefit.
Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw.