“And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.”

It is better to will the good than to know the truth.

Continued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.

I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.

Virtue is health, vice is sickness.

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.

How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.

An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?

I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.

And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!

I have taken pride in others, never in myself.

Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.

And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.

You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.