Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.
Exuberance is beauty.
None but blockheads copy each other.
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
Every harlot was a virgin once.