Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne, Yet that scaffold sways the future.

Who speaks the truth stabs Falsehood to the heart.

Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this: that you are dreadfully like other people.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.

In creating, the only hard thing's to begin; a grass-blade's no easier to make than an oak.