Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality.
He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
As we are, so we see.
The strongest poison ever known came from Caesar's laurel crown.
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.
Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?