No Man Gains Credit For His Cowardly

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.

There Are Only Ten Minutes In The Life Of A Pear When It Is Perfect To Eat.

For, The Sense Of Being Which In Calm Hours Rises, We Know Not How, In The Soul, Is Not Diverse From Things, From Space, From Light, From Time, From Man, But One With Them, And Proceeds Obviously From The Same Source Whence Their Life And Being Also Proceed. We First Share The Life By Which Things Exist, And Afterwards See Them As Appearances In Nature, And Forget That We Have Shared Their Cause. Here Is The Fountain Of Action And Of Thought.

It Is The Same Among The Men And Women, As Among The Silent Trees; Always A Referred Existence, An Absence, Never A Presence And Satisfaction. Is It, That Beauty Can Never Be Grasped? In Persons And In Landscape Is Equally Inaccessible?

If You Love And Serve Man, You Cannot, By Any Hiding Or Stratagem, Escape Remuneration.