For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breath, And love itself have rest.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect, and it is shameful to surrender it too soon or to the first comer: there is nobility in preserving it coo ...
It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him.
I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on.
A little flesh, a little breath, and a Reason to rule all - that is myself.
I truly feel that there are as many ways of loving as there are people in the world and as there are days in the life of those people.
The way we see the problem is the problem.