A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Over

She Is A Mortal Danger To All Men. She Is Beautiful Without Knowing It, And Possesses Charms That She's Not Even Aware Of. She Is Like A Trap Set By Nature - A Sweet Perfumed Rose In Whose Petals Cupid Lurks In Ambush! Anyone Who Has Seen Her Smile Has Known Perfection. She Instills Grace In Every Common Thing And Divinity In Every Careless Gesture. Venus In Her Shell Was Never So Lovely, And Diana In The Forest Never So Graceful As You.

For An Apple Is In It Self A Little Universe; The Seed, Hotter Than The Other Parts Thereof, Is Its Sun, Which Diffuses About It Self That Natural Heat Which Preserves Its Globe: And In The Onion, The Germ Is The Little Sun Of That Little World, Which Vivifies And Nourishes The Vegetative Salt Of That Little Mass.

The Insufferable Arrogance Of Human Beings To Think That Nature Was Made Solely For Their Benefit, As If It Was Conceivable That The Sun Had Been Set Afire Merely To Ripen Men's Apples And Head Their Cabbages.

A Man Contains All That Is Needed To Make Up A Tree; Likewise, A Tree Contains All That Is Needed To Make Up A Man. Thus, Finally, All Things Meet In All Things, But We Need A Prometheus To Distill It.

I May Climb Perhaps To No Great Heights, But I Will Climb Alone.