Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.
Find the journey's end in every step.
The poem is a confession of faith.
Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.
Women have a less accurate measure of time than men; there is a clock in Adam, none in Eve.
...in the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in the streets or villages...in the woods we return to reason and faith.