It would be a lowly art that allowed itself to be understood all at once.
Gray are all the theories, But green is the tree of life.
One never goes so far as when one doesn't know where one is going.
Nature is beneficent. I praise her and all her works. She is silent and wise. She is cunning, but for good ends. She has brought me here and will also lead me away. She may scold me, but she will not hate her work. I trust her.
Nothing should be valued higher than the value of the day.
Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.