To become properly acquainted with a truth we must first have disbelieved it and disputed against it.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
Tell the truth work hard and come to dinner on time.
Go forget me - why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go forget me - and tomorrow brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.
