Shun death, is my advice.
It’s wiser being good than bad; It’s safer being meek than fierce: It’s fitter being sane than mad.
When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne’er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
All service is the same with God.
Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose.
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry’s haunting curse, the Incomplete!
What joy is better than news of friends?
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.
You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.
Who knows most, doubts most.
Tis Man’s to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
I think, am sure, a brother’s love exceeds All the world’s loves in its unworldliness.
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side...
Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?
Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.
Where the apple reddens never pry – lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.