Nature Is The Living, Visible Garment Of

For A Strolling Damsel A Doubtful Reputation Bears.

One Never Goes So Far As When One Doesn't Know Where One Is Going.

And Here, Poor Fool, With All My Lore I Stand No Wiser Than Before.

Wishes Are Premonitions Of Abilities.

The Thought Of Death Leaves Me In Perfect Peace, For I Have A Firm Conviction That Our Spirit Is A Being Of Indestructible Nature; It Works On From Eternity To Eternity, It Is Like The Sun, Which Though It Seems To Set To Our Mortal Eyes, Does Not Really Set, But Shines On Perpetually.