My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.
Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.