The soul's joy lies in doing.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.