What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances
Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive