The object of Art is to give life a shape.
I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?
I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends
Be not afraid of greatness.
I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.