Celebrate your existence!
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.
Where cheating is, there's mischief there.
He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.
Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.