The Evil One Has Left, The Evil

My Counsel Is, To Force Nothing, And Rather To Trifle And Sleep Away All Unproductive Days And Hours, Than On Such Days To Compose Something That Will Afterwards Give No Pleasure.

[nature's] Crown Is Love. Only Through Love Can We Come Near Her. She Puts Gulfs Between All Things, And All Things Strive To Be Interfused. She Isolates Everything, That She May Draw Everything Together. With A Few Draughts From The Cup Of Love She Repays For A Life Full Of Trouble.

He Who Does Not Think Much Of Himself Is Much More Esteemed Than He Imagines.

Anecdotes And Maxims Are Rich Treasures To The Man Of The World, For He Knows How To Introduce The Former At Fit Place In Conversation.

Mere Curiosity Adds Wings To Every Step.