Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?

Had Shakspeare and Milton lived in the atmosphere of modern feeling, had they had the multitude of new thoughts and feelings to deal with a modern has, I think…

My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul, From first youth tested up to extreme old age, Business could not make dull, nor passion wild; Who saw life steadi…

I keep saying, Shakspeare, Shakspeare, you are as obscure as life is.

Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night.

E si tot venta'ill freg'aura, L'amor qu'ins el cor mi pleu Mi ten caut on plus iverna.

If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should not grow old.