Solitude Is Sometimes The Best Society.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence, Allowing Us To Encounter Everyday Epiphanies.

From Restless Thoughts, That, Like A Deadly Swarm Of Hornets Arm'd, No Sooner Found Alone, But Rush Upon Me Thronging.

Equally Inured By Moderation Either State To Bear, Prosperous Or Adverse.

To Know That Which Lies Before Us In Daily Life Is The Prime Wisdom.

He Scarce Had Ceased When The Superior Fiend Was Moving Toward The Shore; His Ponderous Shield Ethereal Temper, Massy, Large And Round, Behind Him Cast; The Broad Circumference Hung On His Shoulders Like The Moon, Whose Orb Through Optic Glass The Tuscan Artist Views At Evening From The Top Of Fésolè, Or In Valdarno, To Descry New Lands, Rivers Or Mountains In Her Spotty Globe.