When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!

One alone does not help, but rather he who unites with many at the right moment.

if only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.

We are so constituted that we believe the most incredible things; and, once they are engraved upon the memory, woe to him who would endeavor to erase them.

Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.

To know of someone here and there whom we accord with, who is living on with us, even in silence - - this makes our earthly ball a peopled garden.

We are our own aptest deceiver.