“ How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! ”
Freely we serveBecause we freely love, as in our willTo love or not; in this we stand or fall.
~ John Milton
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..
Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.
How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfet raigns.
