If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

What is it like to hear the words you're dumb, you're stupid? That comes to be their understanding of themselves.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

When rattling bones together fly, / From the four corners of the sky.