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• So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 826...
• Like a young eagle who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Corruptio...
• LAUREATE, adj. Crowned with leaves of the laurel. In England the Poet Laureate is an officer of the sovereign's cou
  acting as dancing skeleton at every royal feast and singing-mute at every royal funeral....
• Man does not control his own fate. The women in his life do that for him. -- Groucho Marx
• Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
  He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!...
• One of your most ancient writers, a historian named Herodotus, tells of a thief who was to be executed.
  As he was taken away he made a bargain with the king...
• One of your most ancient writers, a historian named Herodotus, tells of a thief who was to be executed.
  As he was taken away he made a bargain with the king...
• Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing
  To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring....
• Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call.
  There is one direction in which all space is open to him. Ralph Waldo Emerso...