For my part, I have ever believed, and do now know, that there are witches.
Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.
Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.
Life is itself but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living. All things fall under this name. The sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and light but the shadow of God.
By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.
What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
The religion of one seems madness unto another.
Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles.
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