The Good Rain, Like A Bad Preacher,

A Garden Is Like Those Pernicious Machineries Which Catch A Man's Coat-skirt Or His Hand, And Draw In His Arm, His Leg , And His Whole Body To Irresistible Destruction.

Teach That God Is, Not Was; That He Speaketh, Not Spake.

Astronomy Is A Cold, Desert Science, With All Its Pompous Figures,-depends A Little Too Much On The Glass-grinder, Too Little On The Mind. 't Is Of No Use To Show Us More Planets And Systems. We Know Already What Matter Is, And More Or Less Of It Does Not Signify.

Go Oft To The House Of Thy Friend, For Weeds Choke The Unused Path.

Pain, Indolence, Sterility, Endless Ennui Have Also Their Lesson For You, If You Are Great.