Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?
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.
How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.
The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.