Nature is the living, visible garment of God.
Keep not standing fixed and rooted. Briskly venture, briskly roam.
All of us have life; few of us have an idea of it.
For what one has in black and white, One can carry home in comfort.
Know'st thou yesterday, its aim and reason? Work'st thou will today for worthier things? Then calmly wait the morrow's hidden season, And fear thou not, what hap soe'er it brings
If you start to think of your physical and moral condition, you usually find that you are sick.