Half Our Days We Pass In The

Affection Should Not Be Too Sharp Eyed, And Love Is Not Made By Magnifying Glasses.

Art Is The Perfection Of Nature, ... Nature Is The Art Of God.

There Are Wonders In True Affection. It Is A Body Of Enigmas, Mysteries, And Riddles, Wherein Two So Become One, As They Both Become Two.

The Discourses Of The Table Among True Loving Friends Are Held In Strict Silence.

But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.