My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what is a theatre? are they two and not one? Can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion. O demonstrations of reason dividing families in cruelty and pride!

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing but foresight is better, especially when it comes to saving life, or some pain!

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.