As beauteous is the world, and many a joy Floats through its wide dominion. But, alas, When we would seize the winged good, it flies.

The mind is found most acute and most uneasy in the morning. Uneasiness is, indeed, a species of sagacity - a passive sagacity. Fools are never uneasy.

Hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future.

If man thinks about his physical or moral state he usually discovers that he is ill.

Thus I reel from desire to fulfillment and in fulfillment languish for desire.

One that does not think to highly of himself is more than he thinks.

Superstition is the poesy of practical life; hence, a poet is none the worse for being superstitious.