All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.

Condemn none: if you can stretch out a helping hand$$$ do so. If you cannot$$$ fold your hands$$$ bless your brothers$$$ and let them go their own way.

My son$$$ from whence this madness$$$ this neglect<br>Of my commands$$$ and those whom I protect?<br>Why this unmanly rage? Recall to mind<br>Whom you forsake$$$ what pledges leave behind.

Here$$$ too$$$ the honorable finds its due<br>and there are tears for passing things; here$$$ too$$$<br>things mortal touch the mind.

There's a snake hidden in the grass.

The only hope for the doomed$$$ is no hope at all...

The sky is full of silver and gold.<br>Try to hide the sun.<br>It can't be done.<br>Least not for long.

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

You aren't a true husband/man until you've done the work of a wife/women.

What you haven't done by thirty$$$ you're not likely to do. What you have done you'll do lots more.