Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you
dreamed, and what if in your dreams you went to
heaven and there you plucked a strange and
beautiful flower, and what if when you awoke you
had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
Advice is like snow; the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
The Devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is pride that apes humility.