Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades leave me cold. I like extravagance.
We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.
If you think yourselves strong, strong you will be.
Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades leave me cold. I like extravagance.
We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.
If you think yourselves strong, strong you will be.