To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
Commemoration of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator of the Scriptures, 1922 A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my knees, a noise in my ear, a light in my eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayers.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.