How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?

There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe.