When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.

Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

Every woman is at heart a rake.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense weigh thy opinion against Providence.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.