Give me a condor's quill! Give me Vesuvius crater for an inkstand! >>
Some dying men are the most tyrannical; and certainly, since they will >>
When I think of this life I have led; the desolation of solitude it ha >>
Have thy heart in heaven and thy hands upon the earth. Ascend in piety >>
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. >>
Thou art my glory and the exultation of y heart: thou art my hope and >>
In our own hearts, we mold the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.