Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand.