Every Promise Of The Soul Has Innumerable

Pride Ruined The Angels, Their Shame Them Restores; And The Joy That Is Sweetest Lurks In Stings Of Remorse.

Nature Is An Endless Combination And Repetition Of A Very Few Laws. She Hums The Old Well-known Air Through Innumerable Variations.

Whenever You Are Sincerely Pleased You Are Nourished.

A Man Is Related To All Nature.

A Man's Action Is Only A Poicture Book Of His Creed.