I wept not — so to stone I grew within.

Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.

Nature is the art of God.

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.

As the geometer intently seeks to square the circle, but he cannot reach, through thought on thought, the principle he needs, so I searched that strange sight.

A backward glance can often lift the heart.