Unlike grown ups, children have little need to deceive themselves.

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

We all walk in mysteries. We are surrounded by an atmosphere about which we still know nothing at all.

The sea is flowing ever, The land retains it never.

Nature is the living, visible garment of God.

We're only really thinking when we can't think out fully what we are really thinking about!

I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.