The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
The strokes of the pen need deliberation as much as the sword needs swiftness.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.
Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don’t you let it out then?
The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?