I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.
The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.
Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!
Most works are most beautiful without ornament.
Thought Of equality- as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself- as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.