'Therefore' is a word the poet must not know.
Whither should we aim if not towards God?
Nothing excellent can be done without leisure.
Man: The most complex of beings, and thus the most dependent of beings. On all that made you up, you depend.
Our judgements about things vary according to the time left us to live -that we think is left us to live.
The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.