Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.
Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves$$$ even fewer are wise enough to rule others.
My good opinion once lost is lost forever.
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn$$$ or sometimes midnight.
My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.
The home of Religion is the heart.
Destroy the seed of evil$$$ or it will grow up to your ruin.
In every enterprise is no greater evil than bad companionship.
It is always in season for old men to learn.
There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.