Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.
To lie a little is not possible: he who lies, lies the whole lie.
Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.
To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.
To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.