“Uncommon men require no common trust; give him but scope and he will set the bounds.”

Power is the most persuasive rhetoric.

The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.

Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.

Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake it’s all on its honor.

Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.

Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.

Nothing, it is true, is more common than for both Science and Art to pay homage to the spirit of the age, and for creative taste to accept the law of critical taste.

Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.

Truth is more than a dream and a song.

Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.

Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays.

Physical beauty is the sign of an interior beauty, a spiritual and moral beauty which is the basis, the principle, and the unity of the beautiful.

He who considers too much will perform little.

O that it might remain eternally green, The beautiful time of youthful love.

I am my own heaven and hell!

The world’s history is constant, like the laws of nature, and simple, like the souls of men. The same conditions continually produce the same results.

Friendship is that virtue by which spirits are bound by ties of love and sweetness and out of many are made one.

Women do not transgress the bounds of decorum so often as men; but when they do, they go greater lengths.

The bottom line is the Kiss Army is growing by leaps and bounds.

Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality…

If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.

For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?

Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That’s all it was curiosity.

Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it’s usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move.