I Have Tried If I Could Reach

They Do Most By Books, Who Could Do Much Without Them, And He That Chiefly Owes Himself Unto Himself, Is The Substantial Man.

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

I Believe The World Grows Near Its End, Yet Is Neither Old Nor Decayed, Nor Will Ever Perish Upon The Ruins Of Its Own Principles.

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.

For There Is A Music Wherever There Is A Harmony, Order, Or Proportion, And Thus Far We May Maintain The Music Of The Spheres.