Everything In Nature Contains All The Powers

We Aim Above The Mark, To Hit The Mark. Every Act Hath Some Falsehood Of Exaggeration In It.

Sorrow Looks Back, Worry Looks Around, Faith Looks Up

No Hope So Bright But Is The Beginning Of Its Own Fulfilment.

Wise Men Are Not Wise At All Hours, And Will Speak Five Times From Their Taste Or Their Humor, To Once From Their Reason.

Every Promise Of The Soul Has Innumerable Fulfillments; Each Of Its Joys Ripens Into A New Want.