Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.
For man is by nature an artist.
In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my house. I find her not. My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained. But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have come to thy door.
To be constantly changing one's plans isn't decision at all-it's indecision.
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
Mistakes live in the neighbourhood of truth and therefore delude us.