Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?
By words the mind is winged.
If you are out of trouble, watch for danger.
Oh my love take me there. Let me dwell where you are. I am already nothing, I am already burning. Oh my love, I was once part of you—take me too!
For if any man thinks that he is alone is wise--that in speech, or in mind, he hath no peer--such a soul, when laid open, is ever found empty.
It's impossible to speak what it is not noble to do.