Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.

And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification

When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.

Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.