Weak Eyes Are Fondest Of Glittering Objects.

Variety Is The Condition Of Harmony.

He That Has Done Nothing Has Known Nothing.

Oblivion Is The Dark Page, Whereon Memory Writes Her Light-beam Characters, And Makes Them Legible; Were It All Light, Nothing Could Be Read There, Any More Than If It Were All Darkness.

The All Of Things Is An Infinite Conjugation Of The Verb To Do .

And Man's Little Life Has Duties That Are Great, That Are Alone Great, And Go Up To Heaven And Down To Hell.