Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich old maid courted by incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of
the stormy sea, and the destructive sword are portions of
eternity too great for the eye of man.
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
William Blake
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