And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp

Hitherto Your Eyes Have Been Darkened And You Have Looked Too Much, Yes, Far Too Much, Upon The Things Of Earth. If These So Much Delight You What Shall Be Your Rapture When You Lift Your Gaze To Things Eternal!

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.