“Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.”

I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars; General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer: For Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.

How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

For every thing that lives is Holy.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.

The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.

I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.

I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend’s prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

For wherein is life sweet to him who suffers grief?

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

The Sorrowful Virgin whose pierced heart mourned the death of Jesus now grieves for the sufferings of the crucified poor and for the creatures of this world laid waste by human power.

Men often bear little grievances with less courage than they do large misfortunes.

Grief makes one hour ten.

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.