An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world.
Civilization exists by geological consent, subject to change without notice.
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely Went to their deaths more proud than this one went. Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping I will confess; but that's permitted me; Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free. If I had loved you less or played you slyly I might have held you for a summer more, But at the cost of words I value highly, And no such summer as the one before. Should I outlive this anguish, and men do, I shall have only good to say of you.
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
No man is good enough to govern another man without that other's consent.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.