“Caesar is not above the grammarians.”

It is the duty of a good shepherd to shear his sheep, not to skin them.

In a free state there should be freedom of speech and thought.

Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud, Hatch out.

Let them hate me, provided they respect my conduct.

To be a good shepherd is to shear the flock, not skin it!

To have command is to have all the power you will ever need. To have all the power you will ever need, is to have the world in the palm of you hand.

I shall always be consistent and never change my ways so long as I am in my senses; but for the sake of precedent the Senate should beware of binding itself to support the acts of any man, since he might through some mischance suffer a change.

I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be, and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised.

Give an inch, he’ll take an ell.

You are like a wrecked ship in the depths of the ocean, collapsed and eroded but still, full of pearl oysters.

But the act of holding on speaks to me so much more about a human heart than the courage of letting go ever could.

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

All my life has been a struggle to know, what to hold on and what to let go, but still, i end up sitting in the corner of the room with a flickering candle, whimpering, naked, shuddering, lost.

Stop giving your infant heart/ wrapped in blind vows/ white lies/ and a haunted past/ stop asking for love/ if you don’t know how to give any/ stop hurting others/ stop it/ stop it/ just fucking stop it.

Without literature, life is hell.