We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature,

The Evil One Has Left, The Evil Ones Remain. [ger., Den Bosen Sind Sie Los, Die Bosen Sind Geblieben.]

Love Grants In A Moment What Toil Can Hardly Acheive In An Age.

This World Could Not Exist If It Were Not So Simple. The Ground Has Been Tilled A Thousand Years, Yet Its Powers Remain Ever The Same; A Little Rain, A Little Sun, And Each Spring It Grows Green Again.

It Is In The Half Fools And The Half Wise That The Greatest Danger Lies.

To Hard Necessity Ones Will And Fancy Must Conform.