He Is Not Always At Ease Who

A Man's Renown Is Like The Hue Of Grass, Which Comes And Goes.

Three Things Remain With Us From Paradise: Stars, Flowers And Children.

Here My Powers Rest From Their High Fantasy, But Already I Could Feel My Being Turned- Instinct And Intellect Balanced Equally. As In A Wheel Whose Motion Nothing Jars- By The Love That Moves The Sun And The Other Stars.

The Devil Is Not As Black As He Is Painted.

Without Hope We Live In Desire.