What we determine we often break. Purpose is but the slave to memory.
To whom God will, there be the victory.
Hate pollutes the mind.
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.
Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.