He Who Enjoys Doing And Enjoys What

To Me The External Existence Of My Soul Is Proved From My Idea Of Activity. If I Work Incessantly Until My Death, Nature Will Give Me Another Form Of Existence When The Present Can No Longer Sustain My Spirit.

I Do Not Now Begin, - I Still Adore Her Whom I Early Cherish'd In My Breast; Then Once Again With Prudence Dispossess'd, And To Whose Heart I'm Driven Back Once More. The Love Of Petrarch, That All-glorious Love, Was Unrequited, And, Alas, Full Sad.

The Absence Of Temptation Is The Absence Of Virtue.

The Longer I Live, The More It Grieves Me To See Man, Who Occupies His Supreme Place For The Very Purpose Of Imposing His Will Upon Nature, And Freeing Himself And His From An Outrageous Necessity--to See Him Taken Up With Some False Notion, And Doing Just The Opposite Of What He Wants To Do; And Then, Because The Whole Bent Of His Mind Is Spoilt, Bungling Miserably Over Everything.

Fret Not Over The Irretrievable, But Ever Act As If Thy Life Were Just Begun.