Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.
The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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.