One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

Think where mans glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends

In dreams begins responsibility

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.