I was born upon thy bank, river, My blood flows in thy stream, And thou meanderest forever, At the bottom of my dream.

if i repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. what demon possessed me that i behaved so well?

One is wise to cultivate the tree that bears fruit in our soul.

Almost any mode of observation will be successful at last, for what is most wanted is method.

Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring Him forever.

The poet uses the results of science and philosophy, and generalizes their widest deductions.

Is not disease the rule of existence? There is not a lily pad floating on the river but has been riddled by insects. Almost every shrub and tree has its gall, oftentimes esteemed its chief ornament and hardly to be distinguished from the fruit. If misery loves company, misery has company enough. Now, at midsummer, find me a perfect leaf or fruit.