It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.

Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!

For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think.

We live and move and think; but we are not the creators of our own origin and existence. We are not the arbiters of every motion of our own complicated nature; we are not the masters of our own imaginations and moods of mental being.

The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire.

There is no real wealth but the labour of man.