“Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.”

Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.

Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head

In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.

After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.

Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?

Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.

Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.

Not being known doesn’t stop the truth from being true.

Having my animals or my children with me exorcises that feeling of not being wanted.

The thing of being able to share somebody’s reality, which has so far been a matter of what communication is about, you know.

Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek each other so that the world may come to being.

My recipe for life is not being afraid of myself, afraid of what I think or of my opinions.

The key to being a good manager is keeping the people who hate me away from those who are still undecided.

It is an absolute and virtually divine perfection to know how to enjoy our being rightfully.

I think The Grateful Dead kind of represents the spirit of being able to go out and have an adventure in America at large.