Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.

Innocence has a friend in heaven.

The reason for you complaint lies, it seems to me, in the constraint which your intellect imposes upon your imagination. Here I will make an observation, and illustrate it by an allegory. Apparently, it is not good-and indeed it hinders the creative work of the mind-if the if the intellect examines too closely the ideas pouring in, as it were, at the gates.

Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.

If yon wish to be like the gods on earth, to be free in the realms of the dead, pluck not the fruit from the garden! In appearance it may glisten to the eye; but the perishable pleasure of possession quickly avenges the curse of curiosity.

Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.