Were I a cloud I’d gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.
Words are the money of fools.
In relation to a writer, most readers believe in the Double Standard: they may be unfaithful to him as often as they like, but he must never, never be unfaithful to them.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
A leader must have the courage to act against an expert’s advice.
We can never be sure that the opinion we are endeavouring to stifle is a false opinion; and even if we were sure, stifling it would be an evil still.