Sorrows Gather Around Great Souls As Storms

There Are So Many Tender And Holy Emotions Flying About In Our Inward World, Which, Like Angels, Can Never Assume The Body Of An Outward Act; So Many Rich And Lovely Flowers Spring Up Which Bear No Seed, That It Is A Happiness Poetry Was Invented, Which Receives Into Its Limbs All These Incorporeal Spirits, And The Perfume Of All These Flowers.

For Sleep, Riches And Health To Be Truly Enjoyed And Gratefully Appreciated, They Must Be Interrupted So The Person Can See That Not Having Them Is Not As Good As Having Them.

The Miracle On Earth Are The Laws Of Heaven.

For No One Does Life Drag More Disagreeably Than For Those Who Try To Speed It Up.

I Have Made As Much Out Of Myself As Could Be Made Of The Stuff, And No Man Should Require More.