There Is No Beauty Without Order.

I Don't Wait For Moods. You Accomplish Nothing If You Do That. Your Mind Must Know It Has Got To Get Down To Work.

We Should So Provide For Old Age That It May Have No Urgent Wants Of This World To Absorb It From Meditation On The Next. It Is Awful To See The Lean Hands Of Dotage Making A Coffer Of The Grave.

The Body Was So Little A Part Of Him That Its Final Stillness Seemed Nothing Of Importance. He Was Half Out Of It Anyway And Death Was Only A Slipping Out Of It Altogether And Being At Last What He Always Was, A Spirit. We Buried The Pearly Shell Upon The Mountain Top.

There Is, Of Course, A Difference Between What One Seizes And What One Really Possesses.

You Seem To Grieve For What Is Not So ... And There Is No Need To Let Your Heart Run Ahead Into Evils That May Never Come.