Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

It Is A Wise Father That Knows His Own Child.

Dreams, Indeed, Are Ambition; For The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream. And I Hold Ambition Of So Airy And Light A Quality That It Is But A Shadow's Shadow.

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.