war is a man's game ... the killing machine has a gender and it is male.
But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.
I will go down with my colours flying.
Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.