Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion When the wheel of time goes round.
If you would attain to your highest, go look upon a flower;what the flower does willessly, that do willingly.
Wine invents nothing; it only tattles.
I am my own heaven and hell!
We must bear what Heaven sends.
To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.