War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.