It is found easier, by the short-sighted victims of disease, to palliate their torments by medicine, than to prevent them by regimen

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.

By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.