When The Poet Died His Cat Was

Books Can Warm The Heart With Friendly Words And Counsel, Entering Into A Close Relationship With Us Which Is Articulate And Alive

All Pleasure In The World Is A Passing Dream.

Ruthless Striving, Overcomes Everything.

I Looked Back At The Summit Of The Mountain, Which Seemed But A Cubit High In Comparison With The Height Of Human Contemplation, Were In Not Too Often Merged In The Corruptions Of The Earth.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.