My Soul Hates The Fool Whose Only

Heaven Is To Be At Peace With Things.

Love Make Us Poets, And The Approach Of Death Should Make Us Philosophers.

It Is One Thing To Lack A Heart And Another To Possess Eyes And A Just Imagination.

Proofs Are The Last Thing Looked For By A Truly Religious Mind Which Feels The Imaginary Fitness Of Its Faith.

Our Occasional Madness Is Less Wonderful Than Our Occasional Sanity.