He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.

Do not banish reason for inequality; but let your reason serve to make the truth appear where it seems hid, and hide the false seems true.

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.