The Poem Of The Understanding Is Philosophy.

We Are Near Awakening When We Dream That We Dream.

The Best Thing About The Sciences Is Their Philosophical Ingredient, Like Life For An Organic Body. If One Dephilosophizes The Sciences, What Remains Left? Earth, Air, And Water.

What Delights, What Pleasures Does Your Life Offer You That Outweigh The Raptures Of Death?

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Where Children Are, There Is The Golden Age.