For thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.
So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.
The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.
The sum of all sums is eternity.
All life is a struggle in the dark.
Forbear to spew out reason from your mind, but rather ponder everything with keen judgment; and if it seems true, own yourself vanquished, but, if it is false, gird up your loins to fight.