We Need To Suffer, That We May

Alas! We Makea Ladder Of Our Thoughts, Where Angels Step,but Sleep Ourselves At The Foot: Our High Resolveslook Down Upon Our Slumbering Acts.

All Sweeping Assertions Are Erroneous.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

There Is No Existence So Content As That Whose Present Is Engrossed By Employment, And Whose Future Is Filled By Some Strong Hope, The Truth Of Which Is Never Proved. Toil And Illusion Are The Only Secrets To Make Life Tolerable.

How Beautiful, How Buoyant, And Glad Is Morning!