Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.

When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

A pal is one that is aware you while you are, understands where you have already been, accepts whatever you are becoming, and continue to, carefully means that you can develop.

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say

Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.