The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.
A tyrant is the worst disease, and the cause of all others.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.