Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.
Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.
It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.