Olivia: You didn't even know I was there! Harry: Excuse me, yes I did.
All life is a dream, and all dreams are dreams.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it
Light-enchanted sunflower, thou Who gazest ever true and tender On the sun's revolving splendour.
For man's greatest crime is to have been born.
All things atrocious and shameless flock from all parts to Rome.
There is no king or sovereign state That can fix a hero's rate; Each to all is venerable.
On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.